Oh, the death…, the truth…
Those who had been yesterdays
are no more today.
Those who were the realities yesterday,
are being histories today..
those who were stories yesterday
are mere myths today…
those who were revolutions those days
are the steeples of impetus today….
Oh, the truth…, the death…
The fact hasn't to debate
to the sacred books and the science…
And the fact, unable to prevent by the prayer
unable to curb by medicines…
oh, the death,
the eternal truth that can make
all lies to the veracity…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem