When It Will Be My Time Poem by Nero CaroZiv

When it will be my time to lie down with my ancestors
Mourn me not; since it is the wish of my creator
I will go as a virtuous man passes mildly away,
And I shall whisper to my jaded soul to go
Whilst some of you being sad may say,
'Hold your breath not yet, NO! '



I beseech you when it is time, let me melt, go, and make no noise
No weeping, nor mourning, no tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move
Let me leave life without profanation of our joys
Sobbing your sorrow to the laity is in vain; nothing to prove


Moving of the earth and into the earth brings harms and fears
I have reckoned what it does, and what it does mean;
But trepidation of the unknown, the colossus universe and its spheres,
And face God the ultimate judge pure and clean


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