It might be too late to say
Here was a man in whom great wisdom lay
When on a bright morning I to my Maker have gone
And your praise to me sounds none the better than scorn
Therefore come now, dear friends and respectable enemies
And say before I die to my face; here is a man in whom great wisdom lies.
For when I’m dead and gone
Your wonderful praise to me will sound none the better than scorn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good write Sir..........yes better to shower emotions when alive, before its too late