Awake! Awake! Awake!
Yield to the call of eternal rest
There is so much treasure in death untold
So many worries to rest in peace
If clarion then answers the call
Answer to life and yield to death
To the Saint, death is rich in glory
For the inheritance of infidel is in the funnels of fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem