come with nothing in this wonderful birth
and leave nothing; only the memory of
scented smoke of candles, shower every solemn
past that linger on in our dear grave of stone
every bounty, bear fruits and let every mouth
taste the sweeten sweat of human labor; the
world leave us nothing to bring in the next
morning, not even the clouds had witness
beneath the sky the promise of the heaven
share that something as a gift, for thy thank
will lead every soul to the pick of mount Zion,
and let the little beloved bestowed the blessing
of thy heaven abode, for a great feast is ready for
a joyful bouquet
the world has nothing to owe your life, nor the
angel holds every step forwards in the kingdom
of God, live according to the will of the giver of
life and offer the greatest thanks of service to
Mankind
brings but nothing in the face of God, show the
humble way of giving, as the spirit of servitude
brings our lives again
know the direction of the birds, for the wings
flock in the given wind …….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem