God picks me up
From lips of low-ebb energy
Fills to the brim my conquerer's cup
As He enjoins friends and associates to supply synergy.
God determines my timetable
For every effort I plan and undertake
As He makes me more able and capable
When God steers me away from a cancer cake.
God loves and cares for my destiny
From infancy to my time of departure
From my pilgrimage on Earth in dignity
As God summarises my future.
God fights my battles
As rivals, competitors, mockers and enemies
Fall over one another to on my turtles
When God turns buffoons into dumb dummies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem