J-ust turn the other cheek,
E-vening the black and blue;
N-o two wrongs make a right,
N-or another fault favors
Y-ou.
M-ake both your cheeks
O-utsmart the rude ridicule;
N-either of them will ever
T-urn away from scorn so cruel.
O-ctober twenty-third morn
Y-our cheeks brave the slap;
A-fter facing the hard-hitting hand, you wear a feather on a cap.
B-e meek and humble
U-ntil you endure tribulation;
L-et your life weather the storm,
A-s you wait for salvation.
W-ith God on your side,
A-ll foes will become weak;
N-ever plan a vengeance, just turn the other cheek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem