Here I am lord,
Drifting in this river
With no shake or shiver.
Only the rivers quiver.
Here I am god,
Sleeping in the meadow
with a concrete pillow.
On this meadow stands my widow.
Here I am father,
Claiming my reward;
A time of me being adored.
This Reward is being next to you, lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem