None can escape just punishment of God,
A truth well-known yet ignored in our life;
Though poor we see engulfed by mighty strife;
Yet, rich can’t enter with ease His abode!
Wicked of hearts appear to much prosper,
For long a time but only in this world;
To them reach out the mighty Hands of God,
And justice meted out by Creator.
You live your life, preparing for God’s home:
That is the way you must live O human!
Heaven is not assured to those in Rome!
You toil the right way: life is not mere fun.
Believe not eyes for they can you deceive;
God’s strict yet just- that’s what we all believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem