XI
Thou art the Ferryman, O my Lord
Of life and death!
In the midstream where I fear
That the vessel may be wrecked;
The soul patters out in a perplexed manner
With a piteous outlook, and begs help;
And meanwhile, Thou hearkenest to my prayer.
It is Thou who steerest across the vessel.
Ay, I cross the terrible sea due to Thy generosity.
Oh my Lord of life and death, I cross the terrible sea. Very beautifully expressed poem. Excellent work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write. Cordially invite you to read my poem I HAVE TO CROSS THE GREAT OCEAN