Many died, many killed,
All they come and gone,
They contacted, guided,
'Whisper-Their primitive phone'
Where is the tower no one has seen?
We do pray and whisper-I mean
The Chosen is the Lord,
Almighty is Almighty-Lord's of the Lord,
All say it is difficult to define—Almighty
But it has a definition-
Almighty is one and only one,
Everybody calls him when in need
By many names -Indeed,
He is neither male nor female,
He is neither Husband nor wife,
He is alone with no partner,
Thus he can't reproduce like us,
He has not produced like us,
So He is unique—none comparable unto Him
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I would like to translate this poem
Good morning! Good poem.