Ah! How poorly You are thought of
who thinks of everyone
adn even when I think of You
it's only for a little while.
My wearying soul tossed here and there
sinks from my weight of cares.
Who but You would lend a wing
me from this depth to lift?
Ah! Come quickly then dear maker God
lest Your poor creature be lost for'er.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your really good at writing about God! ! ! !