Nowhere to get it from
No one to have its form
No body to create it
No word to explain it
No reason to lose it
No payment to get it
The only thing on the world
The only God can give word
The only gift nowhere to get it easily
The only Lord create it fairly
Mercy is from one
Mercy is for every one
Mercy can’t be finished
Mercy can’t be harsh
Mercy can’t be spoiled
Mercy can’t be ruined
Our father from above
Thanks for the mercy we have
We face it properly later
Because you are righteous and innocent father
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem