Stumbling feet must watch their step
We’re living in the land of night.
This pilgrimage our earthly walk:
Is darkness, toil and endless fight.
Valleys and the shadow of death
Sorrow and gloom dog every step.
The heartbreaks and nonstop goodbyes
The sinful pride of Satan’s prep.
But there’s a land of endless day
No night dare enter through its gates.
No shadow ever clouds the heart
Of those who’ve entered that fair state.
The sun no more will set and rise;
For only light will touch those skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem