I wait for the time when the dream shall be over
and when reality unfurls its wings
When all falsehood shall perish
and the long awaited prophecy be fulfilled
When naught but truth and justice prevail
and all rest shall fade away into nothingness
and when the meek shall gnaw away the powerful hoax
and when the haughty might shall be in shackles trailed
When the illusion of might shall break
and set forth the worth of man, the lowly despicable being
When the souls shall unite with the lord, the magnificent the merciful
and when the heart shall be content
Day and night, I wait for that day
for my Lord's promise shall be fulfilled
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a tall order, but the poet in the poem is resilient!