RY a while,
O Death,
I cannot die While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs Where dhadikulas sing.
Tarry a while,
O Death,
I cannot die With all my blossoming hopes unharvested,
My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,
And all my tears unshed.
Tarry a while, till I am satisfied Of love and grief, of earth and altering sky;
Till all my human hungers are fulfilled,
O Death,
I cannot die!
