Don’t honour me with a monument
Of all the sad songs,
I prefer my mother’s sadness.
Do not pay your last respects
with laurel and a royal display!
Of all the tender wreaths
I prefer my mother’s palm!
Don’t glorify me by giving my name to a city square
or a street and public garden!
I’d rather a grapevine be planted
in my name
and grow into a vineyard and farm!
Do not preserve my memory
by giving a speech each year in my honour!
I’d rather a fine machine
pounding away in a factory
speak in my name!
Tell my mother-
tell her what you plant in my name,
tell the factory’s machine,
that I loved life, from the bottom of my heart,
and therefore took my final breaths
at peace and happy….