Gently, gently, you invade
Slowly, slowly, you creep in
Softly, softly, lure us
You brought us nothing
Than a merchandise of pain and sorrow
And non can refuse to buy
Although, you cause the river of our tears to flow
We still welcome you and live with the fact
That you are our end
Death, you accept no coin
Death, you accept no plea
Death, you respect no one
Times unnumbered
We have curse your stung
Yet, no cure for your cause
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I would like to translate this poem