Unfulfilled desires and sorrow rain down upon my grave, so much so that everyone looking at it says this must be the tomb of a young person.

There is a heart-wrenching sorrow in this verse; the poet’s grave doesn't merely sit in silence, but radiates an overwhelming aura of unfulfilled desires, as if longing itself is raining down upon it. Passersby don’t need an epitaph to know the truth—they immediately sense that whoever rests here died too soon, before their life could truly blossom. It tenderly captures how the weight of young, unrealized dreams leaves an unforgettable ache in the world.