Brother, come!
And let us go unto our God.
And when we stand before Him
I shall say--
"Lord, I do not hate,
I am hated.
I scourge no one,
I am scourged.
I covet no lands,
My lands are coveted.
I mock no peoples,
My people are mocked."
And, brother, what will you say?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..............the poem finishes with an intriguing question..... and leaves the reader in suspense....wonder if his brother will agree of disagree.....an original write...