A man starving
Has no religion
Has no caste
He sees the Divine look
In a man who serve him
With food and water!
A starving man
Never long for empire
Nor he dream of Throne
Nor he nurture crown!
A hungry never quarrel
Never take the sword
Nor a pistol
But he pray for
The satiety of his belly!
A man in penury
Did nothing to harm
Neither the birds
The animals, the smiling flowers
Nor his fellowmen!
A man in poverty
Attain maturity
Attain purity of words
Thought and deeds.
An man hapless
Sees the apparition of God
To whom alone the Almighty
Will appear and bless!
A man in suffering
Will never enter Hell
Nor the purgatory
But elated to the paradise
Of the bliss of supreme soul.
A man in nothing
Has a religion
The religion of love
He has a caste
A caste of Humanity!
Who pray with verve in deep!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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