I Do Not Hate You, Death (Grigore Vieru) Poem by Paul Abucean

I do not hate You, Death. Not me.
Nor do i smear Your name,
Like those who curse You bitterly
And Light itself they blame.

I do not hate You, Death. Not me.
Against You i am not.
But though You're great, and i am wee,
My life is all i've got.

Still, Death, what would You do if, say,
Your mother were to die?
Or, should Your children pass away,
How would You still get by?

Oh, Death, a mom You've never had,
Nor any living seed!
And so, i fear You not a tad,
But pity You indeed.

Grigore Vieru (Translated by Paul Abucean)