They say you need sorrow to be the best poet.
But God with happiness and love as a duet was the greatest artist.
Painting the world with his brain.
Not designing it with his pain.
He fashioned it with his cheerful word.
Nature brings out his harmony world.
His word is the greatest architect for everything was build through him.
He is the foundation and the beam.
He is enough yet his love is extreme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem