It is very easy to shine in darkness,
The hardest thing for anyone to do
Is shine amid light and blind it;
Light to look at you and then say,
'Look, look at that light over there,
Look at its majestic brightness
A seems nothing can ever undo,
Surely he's the Sun of paradise- fit
To be sandles therein saints sway
When David plays his harp or lyre? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem