We are the one
Whose mouth were locked by their pocket
We came to thee to open the door to our pocket
But thou chide us with the flame of thy tongue
We are the one
That the divine called thy brethren
But to thee we are not so reveren'
We are the alibi of thy charity
We are the key to thy prosperity
We are compelled to be the source of thy blessing
Thou are compelled to be the source of our living
Show us thy mercy
And we shall accept thy supremacy
The words of our mouth will bring thee thy blessing
The liquid of thy pocket will bring our living
We are the alibi of thy heaven
'Tis only if thou take us as thy brethren
That the divine will give thee thy blessing
'Cos we are so reverend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem