To transcend earthly weary chains
to heavens beckoning gates,
To wait for times unwavering end.
No man, woman or child can see beyond,
the mountain of life that overshadows all ends,
of all, that awaits upon a journeys close.
All the time of worldly powers shall stop,
as the clock beckons and waits for all to renew themselves,
but to forever fall to immortal death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem