O God
I am the sufferer.
O God
have mercy on me.
My eyes, my ears,
my nose, my mouth,
my hands, my legs
feel always guilty
in the path of
lacking of You.
Every limb of my body
undergoes bitter suffering.
Wherever I go
whenever I move
sleeping and awakening
if Your presence
is not felt in my limbs
will i go numb.
O God
come, come to me
pour on me
the rain of Your mercy.
I am thirsty sufferer
(Written from the comment of the dear Poet of PH Mahtab Bengalee.thanking him)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Dear Mystical Poet Thanks you a lot Let the thanks shedding down becoming the drops of heavenly rain Let the thanks come as the sun rising light at dawn Let the thanks be partner of heart so that we become lofty human for the sake of One God Let the thanks blossom as the most fragrant flowers of the Eden garden Let the thanks be the lessons of mystical and spiritual life where human conscience helps to know the true self