So, we're temporal. Must we fear?
Must we repine 'cause Death draws near?
Of death... we ought not think, nor fret-
Nor deem its looming day a threat.
If we must die then let it be-
But let it not plague you or me!
Let's revel, rather, in our time,
And live as youth in Passion's prime-
Embracing aught but Light and Truth:
Audacious, loving, living youth!
And as we bask within our bliss,
And revel in the happiness,
Let's kiss, with mortal lips, the cheeks
Of Life, and those that deem it bleak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, really like it, a great write.