Reaching into curtains of death, knowing that once again
this poet will be going beyond them for a final time, and
looking forward to that moment.
Knowing this is a final sunsetical horizon, no way of know-
ing exactly how long it will be, not really caring because
this life is a temporary one.
Having trials, hardships, sacrifices and people is the main
sadness now touching this poet's mind, not wanting family
and close friends to be saddened at my departure.
Really not wanting to cause any of them grief and feelings
of loss when gone, but there's nothing to be done though,
because that's the way of all humanity in this earthly life.
Facing it determinately with faith and hope, praying for
family and close friends ahead of time, it's all this poet
can do besides writing poetry, sending it around the world
for people to read after this poet is gone from this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem