Some sing His powers, their heart His swing,
Some sing His grace, coz they got His ping.
Some sing His virtues, His praise adore,
Knowledgeable sing His complex core.
Some sing His creation and destruction,
Some sing birth-death-rebirth circulation.
Some sing His distance, difficult approach,
Some sing His omnipresence a ready coach.
Countless tale-tellers, unending tale,
Millions tales fall short of Glory trail.
Since ages from Him beings partake.
The Giver gives, receiving we ache.
The Lord always shows the righteous path.
Nanak, the carefree is ever on growth path.
*From Japuji Sahib with due apologies for discordance, if any.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The bliss of GOD is eternal