perchance, the fabric of time and space unfold,
a being is shown, an angel of old.
trancendent throughout eternity,
far-reaching throughout infinity.
your pains he'll take and rest he'll give.
neither loves and gives joy you perceive.
to flames or paradise, he'll take you there.
depending on the life you've fared.
'come, my darling, hold my hand.
together away, we'll fly from this land'.
time can only tell you when it'll come to this.
neither you or anybody can resist his first and final kiss.
will you seek this angel every now and then,
whenever troubles come, that's beyond your ken?
his final offer, will you accept,
will you take the hand of the angel whose name is death?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem