You wonder, 'Oh why, why am I here?
Tell me, oh tell me, why isn't it clear? '
You wonder of Earth,
And how it came to be.
You wonder of God,
And how much he sees.
'Oh God, oh God,
Why'd you make me? '
And He did reply,
'Why not, my son,
Why should I have not made thee? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem