Life was a dream, and I was dreamer;
Death takes all, and that's no dream.
Life is long, and I was merry,
Merry, so merry- just like the song.
Life was a dream, and I the dreamer;
Death takes all, that is no dream.
Death comes soon, or far too late,
Later, latest- the last boon.
Life was a dream, and I its dreamer;
Death takes all; perchance no dream.
They'll bury me, in a hidden valley;
Hidden, so hidden- that's where I'll be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps, in some sense, life is like a dream, and death the awakening into all those hidden, mysterious, and wonderful valleys of all that is finally real, forever. Great words here.