Although there are
limits to our thinking
and our hearts rebel
we believe in God.
Although we want
to protest against
all injustices and
when we find no way out,
we want to curse
the God who created
this evil society.
But after a meditation
we want to fall on
prostration and adore
the God of Mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem