Don’t drive us Lord to tolerance’s edge;
To despair’s cliff, the fall which means sure doom;
Don’t let the devils drive a mighty wedge
Between man’s soul and God: bride and Bridegroom!
For, human beings can’t suffer for long!
The world is too much for their petite forms;
How longer can they sing their plaintive song?
For, Death invites their frames to worms.
O help them Lord, to mitigate their strife
Or take them off world’s scene, if You so want;
What can they do with frail bodies, scarce life?
And daily food and shelter get, they can’t.
O hear the cries of your unfortunate souls!
If not for You, who else can change their roles?
8- 23-2002
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem