Why do we love life so much?
Why are we so afraid of death?
Have you ever thought about it?
Time is passing away
And Death is coming nearer and nearer,
But we have not truly lived yet.
Life is the sweetest drink from God,
But we haven't yet drunk of it,
We have just been breathing in and out,
But Life hasn't yet happened to us,
We have not known the ecstasy
which life is;
We have not known the bliss
which life can offer;
we have not yet known nothing of it.
Life has been just an unfulfilled hope
and death is coming near.
Life has not yet truly happened
and if death happens before it,
We will be afraid of it,
That is natural
as we are not yet prepared for the climax.
They who've fulfilled what they dreamt of
They who've drunk the juice of life to its last drop,
They are ready to welcome death in a thankful heart.
Then death comes not as a break,
Rather it comes as a continuation.
Then death is not an enemy to life,
Rather it becomes the fulfillment of it.
It is the fulfillment, it is the peak,
it is the climax, it is the last gift
that life can offer to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the frailty/decrepitude of one’s last days, when life becomes mere existence and when a day consists of being cleaned from incontinence, eating, and sleeping fitfully, let death come and end the misery.