If, say at heaven’s gate, you and I should meet anew
Would time accelerate again disappearing from our view?
Would you begin to speak like me and I in turn like you
And dressed alike roam paradise both laughing like we knew
That this was really not the end for we brave pilgrims two
But a rare and new beginning whose time was overdue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem