When I am dead, faded & gone..,
bones covered in dirt and stones,
Wail not darling, life fades away
life is, but mists, appear for a day..,
Young I was, I grew old and die,
From clay to clay, bone bare, I lie
Wail, despair not, when death greets,
My dreams & hopes, lay at his feet.
Let rot leaves, dust cover my bones,
weeds & hays cover my shabby tomb.
Dries Leaves fall, the wind stood still,
whilst mortals wail and sorrows fill.
Oh Death, a mighty ancient enemy,
Whose hands the young & old perish,
Whose name fill us all, dread and ills,
Snatch all our hopes, fill us sorrows.
And life is conscious, that he will die
But death is conscious of nothing.
I deceive not myself, with false reasons,
That souls mingle, with stars & live on.
But hopes, dreams, lie on the horizon,
When God, who is love wipe our tears,
He’ll actually swallow up death forever,
awaken those asleep, in Sheol & death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, love the last line the best, (my soul is in the hand of the true God) therefore you will have a everlasting life and death has become the beginning rather than the end. What a wonderful thought, you write a very pleasant outlook from the perspective of the dearly departed one having thoughts and care of the ones left behind. Absolutely wonderful poem, thankyou--Melvina---