Born a Seer, yet goes unseen
Walks amongst, yet walks alone
Serves, yet goes unserved
Knows what others’ remember not
Heals his fellows though spurned
Loves, though hated
His fate, scourging, death, martyrdom
His reward...Angels bow before Him
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i enjoyed reading this poem.it is after all the suffering that Angels bow before Him.that inspires humans to do good thing for the reward will follow in the end.afterall the mystic is not attracted by the reward. a good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I very much enjoyed reading this Ray. It is an eastern feel to it, but you've still made it your own. And I suppose these words can apply to all over us who go through life with our eyes open. Hugs Anna xxx