Who are we to question the ways of the Disposer
when His moves and commands are beyond reproach
when in our qualms and displeasure He has a soothing a
answer
Our creation in the quirky realm of nature
Is a quintessential of His limitless favors
The afflictions that sinks us deep into the quicksand
of pain
shall come to a sudden quietus
when we pin our absolute trust in His perfection
when we don't display any repugnance to His decisions
Our losses are replenished beyond the boundary
of our expectations
When we immerse ourselves in trusting in His ways
When we desire fortitude from the power of the
Ever-Mighty
And not brood over our losses
Then ours are days that will set us free
And the repose of joy on the day of reckony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem