One of the great religious leaders lost a son. When people asked what should be inscribed on his son's grave, he replied, “The verses of the Holy Book are far too honored and noble to be written on such places where, over time, they would wear away, people would pass over them, and even dogs might urinate on them. If anything must be written, let this verse suffice:
‘Oh, how each time the greenery bloomed in the garden,
My heart filled with delight.
Pass by, dear friend, until the season of spring,
When you’ll see green grass bloom upon my grave.’”
