This world is a theatre,
The director, O Lord, you are;
And actors we all are,
Descended on this Earth
At your super behest
To perform our parts
Being conferred by you O' Holy Ghost!
The roles have not been rehearsed,
And we are at our ease to play and converse,
Whatever we think right and decorous,
And you the grand Juror
Behold as a silent spectator,
And finally delivers reward or punishment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To perform our parts in this world. Nice work.