Today my darling asked me
about a song
as a last lament,
when one day
they lay me to rest.
Surely it would be a song
to my Lord and king
that I want her to sing,
but the more I thought about it
the clearer it became
that the here and now,
the time I that I spent,
the acts that I do
and the words that I write
should be what honours me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem