Life on this earth is the death in step
And the death which we see and strife
In fact it is the beginning of new life
Still, not happy, keepeth not any pep
Don’t know why always we cry,
” we will die, we will die”
Tell me, who, with eternity survives
When breath dies, body decays
But our virtue survives and says
“Treasure that we carry
Must not be confiscated
Nothing is secret there
Everything opened unseen
Into the sacred world I mean”
Death is the beginning of life. We need not be afraid of death. Beautifully stated in the poem. Thank you.
storing memories is a treasure to behold. Nothing is secret there good write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a deep poem...it's all about understanding the meaning of life and death...many good phrases are composed for an effect! ! !