Sands of the sahara are countless,
So majestic are planets and stars,
The sun is strong in heat and might,
And so bright is the moon at night.
The lord who created these giants,
Created me though weighing so less.
So tiny I'm I when compared to them,
To my surprise I'm always in his arm.
The glorious moon wasn't ever told,
My spirit'll indwell you even when old.
In my house you will dwell forever.
And for that I know I'm his best ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah a perfect way of looking at things. A poem well writ, and as Kostas said, worth reading again.