O God! if really you could fulfill,
I have to urge merely one wish.
Lend your heaven with all the virtues
and take the earth for the refurbish.
Mend it and amend the wrongs;
clean it and make free of all sins.
Hold with you until you’re pleased
or do place it, on your cloud nine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully written, with writing this wonderful poem you surely are on cloud 9.