Day and night, month after month
the greedy mind in madpursuit run
after pleasing senses that thrall at
last, deceives, leaves in forlorn state.
New charms enslave the senses leave
Senseless last, robbing life's Precious
time that runs non stop waiting for none
Uncertain Death ready to devour, anytime.
Empty hands we exit as entered the world
Stickfast attachment glued to ground pull
and pushed, crying, unwilling last snatched
forced to terrain, that no reason expounds.
One hope assured, company it continues
beyond life, isHis grace abundant protects
insulated, of the fearful horrors torture the
perdition pounces preventing peace prevail.
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I would like to translate this poem
Verily, death awaits in the fall of every second and hope keeps on between faith and fear