We rise up each time over graves.
Facts of life stump us into nothingness.
From dreary dull days and nights,
We are fighting monsters that frown at us
Each and every passing time!
Oh, God! You seem to us sometimes
The most Godless one, cruelty even is
Better than you whom we worship daily.
Death snatches away life forever,
But diseases that you create kill us every time
Before you, the mighty Death appears! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reality of life perfectly described, well done.