There’s an elegance in Japanese death poems — a certain lightness, no clutter or multi-tasking. Writing such lines was the traditional parting act of a samurai, haiku poet, or Zen monk. Wish I could live (and die) like that.
This one’s by Manzan Dohaku:(1635-1714):
Cargoless, Tsumimono ya
bound heavenward, nakute jodo e
ship of the moon. tsuki no fune
source: Hofffman, J. (1986). Japanese death poems. Boston:Tuttle.