I remember one night when it looked so dusky,
The voice of a man heard very loudly,
He was talking to Mr. Death seriously.
He bellowed, 'Mr. Death, I can see you stand lonely;
And I know you want me to escort you closely;
But, Mr. Death, I am the Mors so you dismiss carry it out directly;
Because I am the Mors! Mr. Death, believe me! '
He shouted again; and again too brashly,
Till the night turned into noisy.
He bellowed, 'I remind you that I am not afraid of you, certainly;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem