Enough of this begging o my soul!
Stop mourning o king of the whole!
This universe is for but thy bliss
Why in agony? Whom thou miss?
Churches, mosques and temples
None seems fulfilling thy wills
Thou keep kneeling day and night
Yet seem thou in the same plight
Futile is o soul! To wait and pray
For thee, that God too has but nay
What we sow, so will we reap
It's fully our life smile or weep
Pray for nothing but His grace
Try thyself but to win any race
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem