When I finally live
Bury me in shrouds of flowers and sun
So that she who has found me runs not
From my clouds or my rain
When I finally live
Let it be with great joy, and conscience clean
Like a carefree boy on a long walk
Not yet a man marked by Cain
And when I die someday, yes
Having once fully lived
Let them see what it meant to be me
Let them hear all the laughter
But know in their souls
That none of it ever was free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very moving and interesting verse, thanks