How will be it, my death?
I just think about.
Can you say it, friend?
Only one thing that I know it is this that
It will be, will be painful no doubt.
My time of going, God knows, God knows it,
What it in my lot.
I sometimes just think about it,
Though do not want to think about it, but random thoughts come to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem