How painful and discomfortable
it is to stand at an open grave
and I stay astonished,
about how strange it is
at an open grave.
It’s as if the words of the pastor
at times brings bigger heartache
and people struggle to get peace
with the close concurrence
between love, sorrow and mourning
The idea of mortality
which meets immortality there,
the last goodbye and greeting
leaves you empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem