In the mysterious night,
I wrote his name
On the black paper
With my dark ink,
Then the strange thing happened,
I saw in my vision a wonderful reflection
Of the white angel
On the dark paper,
He blessed me wholeheartedly,
My joys knew no bounds,
As I understood the deepest meaning of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the middle of the night, amid fear and darkness, the blessed moments also exist. I also once experienced a spiritual connection at midnight. Beautifully penned.