Briars wave

there the nightingales sing

the grass grows long and deep

all night long and long

no change of time

there the sullen garden of death

the cold, crystal moon looks down

Bygone trees spread out its giant arms over

to listen to the peace and silence

neutralizing the mind anger

have no yesterday or tomorrow

to lie on the soft brown earth for eternal peace

peace comes flowing in musical melody

leads to the beauty of serenity

Sans hatred sans everything

Adieu all fears!

– Udugampola – Sri Lanka