The sand admiring
Dawn wind blowing the yellow leaves
Day time and gentle night shifting
Prompting nocturnal creatures to bliss
The sand keeps admiring
Magnificent power and genius of His
Who creates and fashions all thing
Majestic in His kingship and greatness
The sand remembers one thing
It belongs to the ranks of dusts
Resonating in its whole being
A mere LOWLINESS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem