We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?
Grow old and cold,
And we know not why?
O, the By-and-By,
And the tale that’s told!
We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?
Grow old and sigh,
Grudge and withhold,
Resent and scold?…
Not you and I?
We shall surely die!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is inevitable. We shall surely die.