Heh...

I like the ending: "An open grave is a furrow syne. / Ye'll no keep my seed frae fa'in in."

It's an observation that I've made for years: The death of one individual means life for hundreds of worms, and daisies. Worms and daisies mean life for birds and cows...

Living things die. But Life Lives!

Now, can we have a translation from the Scots? I think I have most of it....