O the lord of Death,
Where
shall you lead me to?
Where
did you lead them to?
How
deep-sinking is the lake of fire?
How
high atop is the promised land?
Ferry
me wherever you like
No
objection is to your helm.
Let
there be sure, the kingdom
Your
empire, the abode of Death.
Let
human idealism, placing so highly
Bet
not a narrow mockery of romance!
Tr:
L. Birendrakumar Sharma
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