As the spirit of death
Begins to take its toll
To the tide and to our hearts
'Less we relinquish our souls
The cries of my loved ones
As they grieve day-to-day
Fill the sky with a mellow cloud
That will never roll away
So hear me now
My brothers, my sisters, my friends
I will stay here forever
With me there is no end
And if my God hears these words
May He forgive all of my sin
For in the light of the harvest moon
I pray with all beneath the wind
I take no pleasure
In receiving what is mine
I take no comfort
In the absense of my pride
My sweetness and hope
'Less you take it all away
And there be no words to speak
There are no words to say
So hear me now
My brothers, my sisters, my friends
I will stay here forever
With me there is no end
And if my God hears these words
May He forgive all of my sin
For in the light of the harvest moon
I pray with all beneath the wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem