I saw a boy. His name was - Job.
He invited me to his home.
side by side we walked with him along
a big palace and center of sport.
then he was scored by his friends
(at one table with them we were sitting)
he was silent. and strange name - Job.
And his holy face. He was little.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So romantic poem. Excellent job! Thanks a lot dearest poet Liza Sud. May ALLAH bless you. Be happy always.