And when death knocks on their door
Then do they run to the poet whom they despiseth
And say, trembling: “Poet, we have a visitor!
Death knocketh on our doors with his handcuffs
And as yet have we not enjoyed life enough,
Will thou allow him to drag our souls away?
Will thou allow him to drag us into the underworld?”
Then will poet sit on a rock and speak thus:
“I cometh and speaketh to you about death everyday.
How it sneaketh in the night and enters thy room
And draggeth thee to the underworld.
But thou despiseth me and mocketh me.
Thou did not listen. Neither did thou say, yes!
Poet, we have heard thy sermon and we shall put our
Modest houses in order before death comes.” None
Paid any attention and now must the poet fight death
For thee? Poet is mortal too. Poet wrestleth death but
He winneth not. For this reason does poet admonish
Thee to prepare thyselves for death’s unannounced visit.
For death’s entrance and life’s exit are but same door.