When I will leave this world, I will leave all things –
all that I treasure, all that I cherish now,
all that gives pleasure, all that some comfort brings,
things that contentment in my existence allow.
All I possess will become no longer mine,
all that is mine now I’ll leave behind,
things, that I’ve not invested in plans divine,
will be one day to the final fire assigned.
What could I take with me the moment I die
but my broken heart with repentant tears?
Also prayers with the extinguished “I”,
always follow us to celestial spheres.
Will I be able to glance inadvertently back,
full of regrets about the wasted days,
in which I’ve compassion and love lacked,
in which I forgot to render to God all praise?
12.05.2019