When the righteous soul passes on
Like droplets of water it seeps out
From the body into a carry on
That the angel from heaven brought

Wrapped in this fragrant cloth
It's ascended through seven heavens
To the presence of the Almighty's throne
Its register piled among pious brethren

Then to the grave its restored
In the buried home whereupon
By a winged pair its reassured
Of a peaceful transitory abode

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