Стихотворение «Angel of Death»
Angel of Death
The time for transformation will come
The end of the path of life,
Death throes approach
I hear in my aching chest
And the angel will come down to the head,
Cross three times in autumn,
With inexpressible love
And look at me sadly;
Lower his eyes and a little audibly,
Sorrowfully he will say: “It is decided!
Life under the sun is not without a sunset,
In an hour you are not a link in the world.
Pray! " - and I will pray,
And I will cry bitterly
And he himself will weep with me
He, not concealing compassion.
He will teach me the sounds
Prayers available to the Lord,
And a heart devoted to torment
In his chest he will repeat them dully.
Will appoint the moment of death
He bowed his head sadly,
And I will timidly ask:
Will the Lord forgive me there?
Suddenly the cold will flow through the veins,
He will say in a whisper: "Now!"
The holy sacrament will be fulfilled,
The neighbors will exclaim: "Fade away!"
Suddenly ... he closes his eyes with entreaty,
A tear will light up an empty chest
And into the eternal light or to the eternal night
He will show the soul a secret path ...
