When a man dies,
He knows no more, He wants no more
He hates no more, he loves no more
When a man dies,
His friends, true and untrue, weep aloud;
So loud and clear that he doesn't hear
When a man dies,
Evil no longer threatens his existence
For Sorrow and Pain are for the living
When a man dies,
All his deeds, good and malevolent
Speak for him, long after his demise
When a man dies,
His adversaries rejoice and gloat wryly
Over his unreturning loss and mischief
When a man dies,
He sees the true face of God The Maker,
A fiery face, so unfit for the living to see
When a man dies,
The Sun never stops rising from the East
Nor does the azure sky go bereft of Stars
When a man dies,
Well-known or Unknown, Rich or Otherwise
The Earth rejects none; All, she swallows
When a man dies,
He goes down into the embrace of The Grave
An abode, where everyone is fluent in Silence…
Pat Ashinze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem