i just realized that
since more is given to me
talents, money,
luck, honor,
i must give more
since more shall be demanded
this is the law of charity
that i must confess
(some say that this is
pure conceit, i say
nothing except to
accept this truth)
I am still lucky
for God has not yet asked
me to surrender
everything that he has
entrusted.
I am but a steward of
this fortune,
Everything simply passes
through me
like a bank teller.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem