The women are waiting in the queue
To offer their valuable and magnificent offerings to the God,
The poor and wretched woman is seeing them pensively from the remote corner,
She has nothing precious to offer to the great God.
She is hesitating to go to the Almighty,
The holy priest comes and encourages her saying,
"Don't hesitate, proceed towards the God with a clean heart and mind
And pray to Him with wholehearted emotion and noble feeling,
That will be the best offering to Him."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem