When I shall go home west
Like a yellow sun on the horizon
My lips will carry a song
And the world will see my teeth
From the radiance of joy in my heart.
Whether in the world
I had crawled, walked or ran
Won or lost my races
On the jagged edges of this earth.
When going home
My feet will freely move
And my hands will clasp nothing
For naked and helpless as I came
This is how I will return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We go back to our eternal home naked and with empty hands as we came! Fortunate is the man who can anticipate this' home going' with joy! A poem with deep spiritual implications! Enjoyed!