Sunday
What a happy Sunday!
The crowding stony faces of my fellows make me afraid.
Let my mind turn to my God!
5. Today is all saints, the solemn anniversary of the sun.
In all the cemeteries, there was no one to remember except God of God,
O dead who have always refuse to die,
Who have resisted death?
God guards my dreamsas you have guarded your sons
10 “what type of Sunday it is? “ I do not know
“What time of Sunday it is? I do not know
Let all those who are annoyed with me go to church
Let all those who have risen against me go to mosque
Let them have no power over me
15 Let their anger subside.
O! YES! God on whom I wholly depend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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