One minute, im thinking;
the next im dreaming;
about me scratching myself
until I start bleeding;
i dianose myself, im insane;
so I asked you, my lord;
will you throw me in the
pit of flames?
for not being obedient and
spiritually accord;
ohh god! ! ! Please my lord,
ill repent;
all my beneviolence into
your hands;
from all the negative
thoughts within my
conscience;
like being in the dessert,
covered with sand;
without food and water;
i pray onto you my lord;
ill obey your orders;
to be much more stronger,
to recieve your sword.
Nice thoughtI I can remember just one line of Tagore__Whom thou give thy flag give him the strength to carry it.(my translation) . Sure, God will give you the strength.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful....it appeals me....as i like poetry with spiritual taste....hard to find in present scene....bt this one was so innocent nd touching....i liked it...keep it up! !