I possess a soul due to His love for me,
Does he love me?
Or is the devastation too huge?
Is the invention being made?
I have to confer with my heart,
And ask forgiveness from the Lord
To retry the effort of a lifetime.
Seeing through the rectangular front
Is like encircling the spirits of goals;
These spirits resemble my friends or foes,
Leaving me behind in time,
Ghosts are their relatives,
But who are they in the whole world?
Is their life everlasting?
My soul is everlasting and infinite,
But the road to heaven is finite,
And I have not mastered it.
The real religion fuses with the eternal,
Linking your heart to the ultimate,
Like the head of a duelist
Who masters nobody but himself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem