I, a poet having no recognition and no worth,
Do hereby, solemnly affirm and state on oath,
That, your love, I see in your creature, is my only wealth.
That, my thirsty eyes, off course the both,
The right on my lovely charming friends,
And the left on those who are not my friends,
Shall remain concentrated on a point of love,
And the point is situated in the heart of a lover,
Whereat I see your image My God!
The converged point is a heart in love.
That, I shall make this point a universe in itself,
You did the same thing while creating what I see,
Many more flying fairies and swimming mermaids!
I can imagine but I cannot see,
That, it was your love that forced you to create!
That, I shall imitate you like a learning child,
You have bestowed upon me the gift of love,
And the love forces me as it forced you My God!
That, I shall repel the thwarts, imitate your arts,
I shall love, I shall love, I shall love sweet hearts,
I owe you My God! For cleaning the dirt of hate!
Now it’s up to you, the writer of fate!
Where all streams of love meet, sure there is God! All love emanates from Him.....! . When you make this vow, you are becoming the true son of God....! But who said you have no recognition and no worth as a poet! Humility.....? Great write!
I owe you My God! For cleaning the dirt of hate! Now it’s up to you, the writer of fate! ........excellent idea I like best. A beautiful poem nicely penned. Many thanks dear sir, may God increase your poetic thoughts. ....10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where at I see your image my God The converged point is a heart in love- - - - - - - Love emanates from God as a gift to dwell in the heart of a lover.