Why do you dissect my heart and mind now and then,
To find the clue of where I hide my flaws and false,
Why do you want to cut me into pieces with your cosmic knife?
When I hold your toes and cry for help as a single trust.
Lord, you are great, merciful, omnipresent and a forgiver,
When I am troubled, I would think that you are a tormentor,
When I am neglected, I would think that you are irresponsible,
When I am poorly clothed, I would think that you are a miser.
When we are in pain, we would think that you are the cause,
When we are battered, we would assume that you assault,
When we weep and depressed, we would blame you, my Lord,
When we are happy and successful we would think of you at last.
.What a beautiful poem Veeraiyah.really makes you think well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When things go wrong everybody blames god, but never seem to blame themselves. A great poem.