O my dear, I am unable to wipe out
The grief of my fellowmen
Who are with me at this time.
You are the killer of my enemies
I know, and You are invisible
And I know Your power is mystic.
You are free to stay and free to go
At Your sweet will here there
O my dear, see me I am fair and fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem