So the corpse shook
And woke and staggered
The grave empty but tumulus filled
Mourners agog with jubilation
And the risen man up
Going to the central house
With aids and guards and care
Those healthy people
All in obeisance to the risen man
Not only those who are sick die
For the dead has risen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem