M-ore blessings to gain,
I-n spite of the poverty;
A-lmighty God will provide, if we serve Him with honesty.
G-ain more blessings from above,
A-s we glorify God's name;
L-ife will never be blue,
V-ying to win the spiritual game.
E-arly thirty-first of May, graces fall like the rain;
Z-ealously open your palms, more blessings to gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem