Every night before I go to bed for rest,
After tiresome work of the day.
I do a little prayer to God and,
I forgive all those unworthy or reckless,
Who have offended with me,
Something wrong and harmful.
By tongue, hands, actions
Or in other ways, some rigidity to tell.
I also beg to forgive myself,
To whom I have made mistakes,
Unknowingly or willingly,
To hurt others and compel.
So it may clear the account,
Of Karmas and I may get rid of,
The circles of birth, death,
And rebirth, again and again.
In this distressing the world-well.
Because Forgiveness is the only,
Remedy of this suffering to avail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem Nathmal Bhai, thanks. How are you? I invite you to read my poems and comment.