Though sleepless with delight
I missed no task amid the night
My little brain to enlight
with the feed of thought and knowledge.
Tressured men contemplate,
their aid and presence to appreciate
to cope with what nature dictate.
Finding smiles from the offer of fate,
thanking God for all the care,
meditating upon the task to achieve,
sending an appiel to the Most High Chief,
by whom the gift of thought and life I recieve.
of whom His wills to me are the best,
homeward as I tred, to eternal rest.
Giving thanks to all, and pardon to the non-considerate,
praying for wisdom and understanding,
of the love of the neighborhood for good co-existance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very powerful and thoughtful, poem! Well written. I love the rhyming pattern throughout.