On this scroll of pages
With pen of different edges
About the Rock of ages
Who have been since ages
Made us the human races
On the sixth made us
Made the Angels guide us
He married and adopted us
And when enemies attack us
He guides and protects us
When tides of life changes
With cold, and hot charges
Leaves yol lifeless without defense
He in mercy builds defense
With his son payed damages
In the midst of crises
When problems like oceans rises
When family, friends despises us
Foes arise to conquer us
He, in his mighty suppresses
Man made of different faces
Black, white of different races
Are scattered in different places
And worship in different places
Thesame being of ancient dayses
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I would like to translate this poem
Good one And worship in different terraces The same Being of ancient graces To help the rhyme royal with variety. Well done