Fear not I shall but even when I die,
Let not a stone nor marquee tell where I lie
Nor glands make their drop of tears
Let my death enjoy the peace its earned.
Let not tears rise
In thy heart not thy eyes
For many years after I die
From the ashes I would rise, even I
I was born of a woman to die
And born of God so I may rise
It is why I live a righteous life
That i may not just survive but thrive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem