Think not that you’re born low,
for your Mak’r has made ev’rything grows;
relieve not your engine,
for your Pott’r packages you with energy;
think not that you’re senseless,
for your Frath’r has given you Solomon’s senses;
pride not myself,
for your Creator creates beings to praise you;
gath’r not food for yourself alone,
for your Provid’r gives you food to feed the needy;
weep not again and again in vain,
for your Consol’r shall comfort you
with which you shall comfort oth’rs;
think not you’re born barren,
for your Lord is a Fruitful Being;
Hasty not unnecessary,
for your miraculous days have come;
fall not to rise,
for you’re in this world to fall and rise again.
While you’re down with nothing,
your God is up for something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem