Ever heard the death bell rung? /
Or the song she sung? /
Which itself has got/
Rhythm of woeful note.//
Reminding a thinking creature/
Of his mortal nature./
How long could one hide? /
Death soon finds and strangles tight.//
Warning that tho' its someone else today/
Tomorrow could you your debt pay./
Forget not that any moment/
Could be your last moment.//
Asking to repent of wrongs afore/
And guard of that ahead store./
Ev'ry life should you dearly hold/
Tho' to death some could yours sold.//
Then when obtain'd leave/
Those behind will sore grieve./
And dewy eyes shall drips/
As your memory murmer on lips.//
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem