You die and life bestows promise
And reward.
You die and live for the work to end,
And to what reward?
It is a poetry to see people rescued
From the throwing of death.
In this time does the illness vanish,
After the world has escaped a zone of impiety?
We are death, if time is heard beyond the hearing of our ears.
Surely, one feeds on eternity to bestow life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem