Oh! the beautiful place
the most fertile home of it's kind
full of rest, comfort, treasure
The unseen place by man
never stressing, so good to be.
Oh! The yearning place of all men
richly build for hadly prepared ones.
So tender to be, so efficacious for all,
just only if we stand firm to workhard.
My soul got lost when it seemed like
i couldn't make it up to the happy land
i was dejected, i felt it could not accomodate a commoner of my kind.
I then became strong like an iron oll
when i saw my way to the entrance.
Oh! The happy home of God the desired place of man
where joy and love will be endless
the happy land of believers
God will see us through to the home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem.Thanks