May I serve you, for you're the vine that nourishes the fruit that clings to the branches of faith? Which brings forth the fruit of the vine, whose miracles shall be seen in trials and tribulation? Which brings forth the fruit of righteousness in God, for you're the sun that gives life and strength, but also you're the shade that covers and shield. For I rest in you yielding righteous fruit in its season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem