Observe us with inner intent,
Let prayers fasten onto the soul,
Seeing faster light called divine lamps.
The wisdom of a day after a night
Is that of the night after the day,
Straightening the road ahead.
Eyes and ears need public praise,
But the Lord would need more
For His own talent in sensing Us.
He is everywhere, and all of the living
Plants bow to the kings of this valley,
The King of Kings shall be prostrated to.
Some pray and some fast in this hour,
Little life is around for the believer,
Who asks for more immortality everyday.
This king next to me thinks all of the day
Why I am in his presence, due to supposed
Actions maybe? Or some peace of the heart?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem