N-eedle in a haystack
E-agerly evades the finder;
S-earch is so difficult
T-o any serious seeker.
O-n the twenty-seventh of July, the truth is finally found;
R-emain inside the fold, till you hear the trumpet sound.
E-ach elect has found
C-omplete peace of mind;
H-aystack and zone of lies
A-re truly left behind.
N-o unbeliever can see, detect or even track;
O-utsiders look at the faith like a needle in a haystack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem