When time of death to you is coming
And you recall the whole life –
You think about the most light and
That fascism has been overcome,
Any of its manifestations.
The earth is fair and still alive.
To all the moments you give blessing
When you say farewell from the sky.
And evil seems to be miniature
Due to the goodness of great God,
Life rises in new forms and features,
And there is no death. It’s won.
Superb Poem with amazing lines: And evil seems to be miniature Due to the goodness of great God,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a poem of transcendence. I love the way the evil of the world become small and insignificant in the larger realm of salvation. And so you celebrate the victory of goodness overall culminating in the assertion THERE IS NO DEATH. When my mother died just shy of her 93rd birthday, I wrote and delivered a speech at her funeral and in prose format said the same things that are in your poem. The echoes are so true.