MY PRAYER
“Salvage me away from painful grieves” I pray not oh god of mine,
Never shall I get tormented by them,
Nor do I beg for solace to my smoldered and Razed Soul,
All I want over sorrows; is my triumphal emblem.
If I don’t get aid, I won’t be concerned,
And even if I am impaired by the world or deceived,
Though my heart won’t consider it a spoil,
And with fortitude will I always be received!
“Salvage me” I pray not to thee,
And I not even pray to lessen my burden,
For I Ought to walk with it,
And walk thence forward and forward to pursue Heaven.
I always will in elation,
look solemnly into your eyes in gratitude,
And Even if the world says harsh things for me in grief,
I won’t doubt your exactitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem