If I pray to you,
Could it solve our mystery?
Everyone says that soon
You'll have my intrigue.
If I kneel,
Would worlds wash away?
Still,
Isn't in your hands all pain?
How can you see,
But not act,
Not attack,
Not do anything?
Is it true
What he said—
Are we all abandoned
To commend
In your hands?
Are you our friend
Or just the shepherd?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deep poem expressing doubt on religion and the mysteries within. Nice poem, keep writing!