Avinar - Wishless Death

I've jealousy to the twisted older trees
because there isn't a thing I twist that
I've jealousy to this grave I slept
because it's not my bosom where to sleep
I've jealousy to the river creeps on earth
because there isn't a hope for creep
I've jealousy to the winds of gray woods
because I've not a power to whisper
I've jealousy to this white wide winter
because there isn't a white spot in my spirit
I've jealousy to the falling of my tears
because here isn't height in the end of depths
I've jealousy to myself of mourner
because there isn't a mourn for myself
I've jealousy to death (which) is my wish
because there isn't a death wishes me