On that day that I should die
Waste ye not a tear in a cry
Only, if thou should feel grief
May thou weep, but still, be brief.
For, alive, I've done much injury
And caused many a man misery
So, (I feel) my path to heaven
Hath surely narrower grown.
Yet if the Almighty who sitteth above
Should forgive these sins out of love
And seek to judge me fair and free
Then for 'witnesses' He'll turn to thee:
'Son, ' in a loud voice He will say
'Thy erstwhile deeds betray, 'haps the living may
Afford thee a chance of redemption
Let us, look in earth's direction.'
And He shall cast his eyene downward
And upon seeing thy tears call out
'Halt! my mind is changed. get out
My people cry, and it's on thy account! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem