When the hands of time humbug be turned,
And days with it's tides style every unsuitable,
When time moves from Zamani to Sasa,
Counting its seconds in the other side order.
I ask, would your adore for him feels the same?
When goat becomes the ruler of the jungle,
Lion a plain squash packed down on by snail.
When heaven turns hell,
And you spread grey hairs at 15,
Turning black at 70,
Would you calm down deem he's the same?
When your cat-walks don't lead to like they second-hand to,
And your figure 8 becomes 2,
Will your door quieten tell of his deeds?
Not every we ask shall be gotten,
Nor our craving of life's comsideration will be acknowledged,
Putting him paramount will restore all desires,
With him, life phases will be understood,
Then we will know life changes not but in phases,
For he's the Lord and he remains the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem