Whatever befalls on me,
Whether good or bad,
I have none other than thee!
I will call You as mad!
Whatever bubbles up in mind,
Whether kindness or hatred,
I have only one thing to remind
Myself that to utter Your name sacred
Ma! Nothing is in my hand
Sure; I cannot control the world
And my own mind is faster than wind
Only in lips I whisper Your name
I know not if I could be a winner
Of Your grace to enter realms inner
Or victim of Your wrath to be hurled
Again and again in the ruthless world 280211
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem