Who knows all the sadnesses that death brings
The hidden wounds that never heal?
The darknesses that remain black forever?
Who knows the hidden pains that death brings
And the darknesses and the sadnesses
And the cryings forever
Of what is lost and will always be lost in all of us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, Shalom. Death is an enemy in every way. And it is a thief. It leaves only gloom in its wake. All the health, happiness, joy, talents, gifts and potentials cease upon one’s death. So may we laugh, and love, and use our gifts while we still have life.