If You have made me to be a great,
make me make it before I am dead!
I want to see it with my own eyes
that my grown cornflowers reach highs!
The deep blue down goes up on the azure canopy!
And I am blessed with the love of my infinite community.
I walk the way what you chose for me, day and night.
Set aside all prose worries and drama cares with all might.
I never dote myself to rest on my laurels.
I trust the pack of cards and the Hand that shuffles!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem