'Oh! Lord of the Heaven!
Whither have thee gone?
Answer my daily prayer.'
Cried a blind beggar.
The pity of Heaven,
Touched his inner vision,
And he stood aghast,
Before the Lord at last.
'My son! 'Am pleased!
Your prayer now answered.
Not more than a boon,
Well, ask me, soon.
'Oh! Lord of Lords!
To speak, I've no words.
Let me see my grandson rocked,
In a cradle, made of gold!
Lord smiled and blessed,
So, as he wished.
What a package boon,
The wise beggar won!
He got his sight,
An estate to his delight.
A good looking wife,
And a healthy long life.
He got all the riches,
To fulfil his wishes.
Later went to Heaven,
Long after his grandson.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our Lord of heaven deeply touches us and motivates us due to his blessings power. We feel him through nature and his wonderful creation. Our lord is heavenly and he has given us the wonderful heavenly life. We have unlimited bonding and trust on him as he at each moment guides and saves us from all dangers when we surrender into him! This poem is excellently written. God is our one eternal father...10