I listen to the call for prayers in the mosques,
I listen to the bells of churches and temples,
In front of my eyes is an asteroid sent by my god,
So you are going to end this sinful world, oh my lord!
I am an old woman and my daughter-in-law is in the labor room,
How happy I was thinking I shall see my first ever grandchild,
I was sure he will come out of her mother's womb like a rose bud,
Pink and soft will be his skin and his cries will be low and mild.
How happy I was, soon I shall be a grandmother at an early age,
I had seen my grandchild in a an early morning sweet dream,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem