In heart of dell and meadow green
I see the phantoms of the past
O Thou that in the heart do dwell!
O Thou the First, O Thou the Last!
That liveth Thou not in temps or mosque
But in the deeps of Heart Thou dwell
O Thou nearer than jugular vein!
O Thou that rule the vale and Dell!
O secret treasure of this world!
Made us so we can recognize
That Thou art Lord of this Gem world
For us Thou, world this organize
All gems of love all gems of pray
I bring for Thee in humble lay
Count not in wayward lot of men
O guide us on the righteous way!
Each beat of heart, beats in thy love
Such love that no one calculate
In veins of mine it is not blood
But love of thee that circulate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem