There in the bedding
of my comfort pain,
cry no tears for me
the humble jack of pain.
When the screaming
blasting wind came,
understand it neither you
nor I knows her fuming anger.
Cry not for me before I wave
my living heart to the earth bye!
and bye! until we meet again.
Tell the world and the muscled
hunters of my life death has not come
and shadows have left me in peace.
I am the light of the world living
as an image of God less I fear the heroes
of the darkness, cry not but pray for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem