Him who begot you as a child you made
Into a beggar; as a child yourself
You then lived everywhere just to support
Your own huge belly; I too am a child.
Oh Child God in that niche! Encountering one
Born after you, is your heart made of stone?
I pray you look at me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes we are so distracted to ask the Gods whether their hearts are made of stones! When we make our hearts to be stones and fail to see the sufferings of others, we have so much guts to ask Gods such question! !