Death came up to me
And gave me- a stinging pain.
He asked me a question-
'Why are the fetters of prisoner are still in chain? '
I offered my prayers to him
And death seemed to give me-
A hellish smile.
(I said- 'Take my soul to see')
To see? - said death.
Yes, for the mountains, for the skies
To the sun and to the moon,
Where my woman flies.
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