The Sun went down. It had unmasked.
It died, but I'm alive.
At Heaven's gate the God me askes:
'Were thou sad in thy life? '
I left the sense, the piercing eyes
Forgot to look at me.
And suddenly a friend of mine
Blew out my fantasy.
The Father looked at me and cried,
He felt love of his slave
I cannot speak and cannot lie,
Now standing at my grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem