All people are beauty manifested
loving them, our life then not wasted
when we divide on trivial matters
don't we insult our divine creator?
who loves us all, consider as dear
moment we realise, our fear dissappears.
Like baby in the lap of mother,
feels safest in the shadow of divine lover,
same love even almighty gives,
ignorant questions but wise in faith lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem