The best of the people are among the few,
Heaven creates a space for the ones who love;
Inside this sanctum so like a happiness
Resides a gauntlet and dress to guard it.
Let people climb for their legs and arms
And create blessings to forgive other beings.
By forsaking their deeds they have ascended
The ladder that leads to the desire and passion.
A father passes by as if travelling for eternity
And meets you in the half of creation.
Then heaven arrives and you are in union.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem