In Remembrance Of Our Brothers Visited by The Black Camel
Soft and safe to thee, my Brother, be thy resting-place! Bright and glorious be thy rising from it!
Fragrant be the acacia sprig that there shall flourish! May the earliest buds of spring unfold their beauties o’er thy resting place, and there may the sweetness of the summer’s last rose linger longest!
Though the winds of Autumn may destroy the loveliness of their existence, yet the destruction is not final, and in the springtime, they shall surely bloom again.
So, in the bright morning of the resurrection, thy spirit shall spring into newness of life and expand in immortal beauty, in realms beyond the skies.
Until then, dear Brother, until then, farewell!