Analysis of Fading

A feelingless pain in my heart,
A moistureless tear in my eyes,
And sadness all over me.

Behold the sun at puberty,
Setting as soon as it rose
Behold a ray of light,
Fading in the morning clouds

I will see the sky and the moon no more,
And when the skylark herald the breaking of the dawn,
I will be deaf to the songs of the birds.
I will see my Rose bloom no more,
And when the wind spreads the news of my journey,
I know she will come, running under the weeping ash.
But I will be numb to return her cuddles.
Just if we could watch the sunset one more time

I had dreamt in my youthful craving,
To swim across the Nile at twenty
And to sprint across the Sahara at thirty
I had wished in my gray wig,
To climb the Kilimanjaro at hundred
And to rest in the shades of heroes

As a hen beneath her wings her young would gather,
So was the hedge over and around me.
Hail the pale Hawk in the clouds when it soars
Tell the hunters to bother not when it snatches.

Life is like a stage,
I guess I've acted my part
All is but a trade,
I fear my mark has faded.

A permanent chamber below the green,
A million lines at final scene.
A carnival of tears by folks in dark drapes,
Console my birth-giver from her sorrow.

Lower the dust below the dust,
Sprinkle the ashes upon the ashes.
Escort a soul to the ancients,
Waiting they have been in patience.