go to the
sea for an
ounce of faith
it can inspire in you
a storehouse
of faith
it meditates
upon the heavens
at all hours
by day, by night
and opens itself
up to God
a willing
book for him to
write all his plans
and wastes
no second
to carry out
even his
slightest bid
be it for the
calm of day
or the tempest
by night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem