O Grave Digger

O grave digger, your work is noble,

For the work you just bury the corpses,

Without you, the bodies will be destroyed,
Eaten by dogs.

Without digging graves, 
Corpses will be in decay.

No work digging graves,
O thou noble as the primer.

With a white cloth, 
You put on gravestones,

Even though you are considered by WHO ARE UNDER,

Work then you noble, 
And exalted by God.

You work only to clean the graves,
Bury the dead man,
The land and the holy verses.

You need to have an heir to connect to your work,

Because when you die, 
You bury thou art the heir to the land.