Oh death! Why do you come so early to those who hate you?
And why so late to those who are awaiting you?
When you come and go away
You leave behind a miserable, sorrowful and ruinous way.
By your departure you leave behind only
pain, shock, misery and grief
You do so in a span so brief.
Oh death can you not change your
law and come at the latest hour?
So that people live a healthy joyous life
and be ready to accept your power.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
death...sweet death ah! sublime reality...