My heart goes out to my Creator in love
Who gave me Death, as end and remedy.
All living creatures come to quiet Death
For him to eat up their activity
And give them nothing, which is what they want although
When they are living they do not think so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm...is this what we all truly long for in life? Interesting write.