When I am telling you
Again and again and again
You are not listening
And not caring at all,
When I am telling you
Nothing to fear here
While going on this circle,
Nothing such things as
You called death is here or there
Yet you are crying
Telling death is near you,
And you are fearing death
And death that is coming towards you,
Though death is not the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem