When I look back into my Poems made,
Incredible it seems, the wordy game;
I know the caliber of work can’t fade;
Instead, it will bring me desired fame.
Had I pre-planned the work I have now done,
I do not think I would have done this well;
Into a Sunless place, came back the Sun,
To radiate its light and ever dwell!
My happiness is in explicable;
The ecstasy will goad me on lot more;
It appears all as if in a fable;
To glory, wealth, God has opened the door.
God has been so wonderful after all;
With Him as Guide, I cannot ever fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem