Your teachings, my ruminations
Hold back me from where I should not
For I am a tiny plant in your garden.
I keep your words day and night.
Nothing except myself can let them out.
Your words, the honey make the bitter sweet.
Once I fell where lights out
But far away I saw a lamp
To my feet and path.
I heard a word, that never ends
Whipping on the bones of fire and flesh
'Fear is the cause of enmity'.
I cried to him to be saved
And rose before dawn
To be ushered by the words.
I was taught to reign
My thoughts and deeds well.
Salvation, the far is near now.
He told me again and again,
'Let thy heart hold fast My words.
Discipline is faith. Keep and live.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem