Listening to the Mantra for Sending off the Soul

If while I’m still aliveI can summon a bimoIf while I’m still aliveI can return along the route my ancestors tookIf I can do all of thisand it isn’t a dreamIf the previous generations who died long agoask what I’m doing each dayI’ll honestly say:He ardently loves people of all racesand the sweet lips of womenHe often writes poems at nightBut he’s never schemed against anyone