Life must not find us praying...
...that we must die too soon;
We must pray rather our flag of life...
...may keep hoisted like full moon,
I would prefer the flag of life...
...in the wind be bound tightly...
...to the flagpole;
I would never like to see the flag...
...of life sodden with liquid pain in soul;
But must rather remain flashing light...
...on the top of flagpole;
I would rather prefer that nobody sits...
...in the mourning vanguard...
...when the Angel of death actually comes...
...on its appointed hour in my courtyard;
For, I believe, death in fact gives meaning...
...to our continual life;
Death is only a changeover from...
...one life to another! ! !
Life keeps moving on, without any stop...
...until the final hour;
So life must not find us thinking...
...that we will die too soon.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem