'I have never complained to my God because He is unique and unseen, but I exist, you exist, and we all around. I am asking the truth; I am not foolish, no one is foolish, however sometimes we are unaware... When the weather changes, we all have reactions; we know, and we see, that when we disappear from sight, we pretend not to see but w, but we feel it. We only ask God; that is very normal, but we must think because He wants the best for us, and you want the worst. Then, we all laugh around... we are all sad around... and scattered between you, me, and others, whether you believe it or not... and that is which is unseen, we call God... Dana Besarani
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I would like to translate this poem