What is man, but a shooting star?
Expelled from his abode of peace and tranquility,
Nothing but outcasts we are,
From our home land unimaginable, unseen
What is man, but a sailor struck,
By the illusion of the world’s riches,
Steering him away from his luck –
Another chance to get back to his land, & my wish’s,
“Lord grant me help and steer my ship,
Away from earthly riches grip,
Be your words my compass and with your help,
I’ll be through the storm and back to it
And let my heart subdued and knowledge useful be,
And help me back on my way to my abode of peace and tranquility”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem