We disapear like shadows under the sun,
We wither like leaves that stop growing,
We go so there will be reason to mourne,
And now mummy is gone and I am mourning,
We say death comes suddenly,
But this has been anticipated,
The tears will fall already,
For mankind death is fated,
They say we are borne to die,
We will someday dine with our fore fathers,
Eyes are meant to cry,
The soul will fly like feathers,
But for those who believe,
That the soul lies in the heart,
Then death has been relieved,
And wiped away from our heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very impressive and powerful write, a lovely poem.