The sacks are brimming with abundance
when shopping with faith's golden coins
bags overflow with food and shelter
and sturdy clothes to cover loins
There is a magic in that tender
for when no money has remained
the merchant gladly deals a refund
in bright and valued coins of change
No sense for me to hoard that treasure
though few can see its worldly worth
it seems to me the more I spend it
the richer is my day on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liilia, the theme for this poem is very fresh and gives a new perspective to the worth of belief, an inspiring write!