When my limbs are gone numb!
And my weight, my feets no longer carry!
When my name I answer not again!
And my tongue is cold!
Weep not! I am at peace!
When questions shall be asked!
Of the chronicles and the scrolls!
When My sword lie still by my side!
And the inks of my pen to my blood cease to flow!
Weep not! I am transformed!
Bury me in the midst of my fathers!
Deny me not my quil!
Neither spare thee the scrollz
For in the hereafter! I would still scribe!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem