We are surfing along on the tides of time
and swiftly like a wave life passes sublime.
Cascading along it breaks upon the shore,
and like a dream fades, passing that way no more.
A thousand years to God are as a day.
Like the watch during the night they pass away.
For He is without beginning, without end.
Eternity, past and future He'll transcend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem