Star was leading my path,
lighting my footsteps...
through the trimming tracks,
in the wilderness of distress.
One morning was mocking me,
pulling my legs towards shame..
amidst the luminous stars sprouted,
dimming like the wonders of heavens.
Earth had wondered for my sake,
and the men stood hot pressed up..
for my sake worked through the valley
of light to strike me the powerless being,
I remembered vividly in my pounding heart..
star was leading my path that I wouldn't fall.
It a period of wonders of mishap billing for me,
not for anything I was fortified with strong immune..
just by the Saintlike star leading my path for good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem