As I was sucked up the vortex
Of death and destruction
No one saw my worthy life
Lest I let them see my eyes
The lust of man
The lies tears and strife
The perfume of death
Wanton gifts well planned
That end with a sigh
Then in context
Of life and bliss
Rest will eventually arrive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem