A strong wind blew through my soul,
Gripping my heart and extinguishing my breath.
A rattle from the windows chilled me to the core,
I hear death approach to my door.
I tell death that he is not welcome this night,
For I am preparing for my flight.
And in the darkness I slip away,
Keeping death at bay for one more day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem