Only the remembrance of my God is coming to me
While in such thoughts the church is calling me
I know very well I am just a handful of dust
How can you make me fly in the air? tell me
What spell is cast on me that I sigh every night?
Who is he who uses his lamps to start fires on me?
The more I think of him, the more I want to see him
He is making a mirage in the wilderness out of me
I stand here after a shower in my own tears
The darkness of my past ages is calling me
The darkness of the past ages goes so far while light of wisdom of God touches life. Only the remembrance of our God is coming to us and this remembrance is special. The more we think about God, the more we like to see him and feel him. This carries philosophic feelings in tender expression. A nice poem is beautifully translated...10
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I would like to translate this poem
I guess you do have a calling from God.