Raising his hands,
he offered himself
to the Father till
the end of the ages
for the salvation of
the whole world.
Again, in order
to fix our hope on
the light that knows
no setting, we pray
and make petition
for the light to come
down on us anew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This hands, eyes, mind, soul, breaths This body and thoughtful life all are not mind when I do something for these all limbs then all instability and unpleasantness grasp me as the heIIish beings when I offer all these limbs to God when I surrender all these limbs to God then I feel peace inside me then I discover what i am......