M-ake my dreams come true,
A-llowing me to soar high;
R-eaching the dawn of day
I-n fifteenth morn of July.
C-reate me please a pure heart,
A-s You give me a righteous spirit;
R-efresh my worried mind to make my soul totally fit.
A-ll I want is to gain graces,
R-unning to the heaven's gate;
I-n Your glorious kingdom,
Z-estful life is eternally great.
A-s I bessech You my Lord,
L-et me realize them from You;
A-sking You to grant my plea, make my dreams come true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem