True,
We are all
Going to die,
What is death
We know not, though.
Anyway, we can say
The course of actions
In different colours.
And after our death,
Our seats are lying vacant.
Anger has no place,
But love reign.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A splendid poem! Our seats are lying vacant... what a verse