In the words of your Creator are many thoughts,
Let my thoughts be at one with my own likings;
Then the Creator will make you die, and then you
Redirect your resurrected body to the full life.
It is an Afterlife, where you are unique, so unique
That heavenly stature is your stature,
And leisure of repose is your repose,
Looking in the direction of your beloved,
Seeing and deeming the logical values
Of a past design, offering mankind a cure
For the diseases in the other worlds.
One heaven is always many weapons of love,
Hatred has abated, lovely men and women
Die and are judged before the throned Lord.
His kingdom is supreme, that he lets you enter,
Feeling it in the ways of your soul and residing
In palaces of light and scenery of jewels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem