Friends they are sitting in bench
Making their own conclusions of death
The unexpected event of death they tells
The way to be died the destiny planned
They makes their own fears on death
The day is incalculable but sure to occur
The day may be in distance, not to be prepared
Why you discuss at all the fact of death
It is a will and no one can interfere
Take it easy in its own way, when time comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem