Who can know what pleases the gods?
Or who can know the minds of the gods?
Sometimes they smile at you,
And another day, they mock you.
Should we say, the gods are crazy,
When you served the gods to the best,
Of your ability, faithfully,
And wishing never to offend any of them.
For they said, they were easily offended.
Can the gods speak for themselves,
Are they not mute, dumb and blind.
You speak for them, they mocked you.
You found favour with them,
You merit on it,
But they say, watch your path,
The gods are watching,
For they were known to be jealous.
Who are they watching?
Can the blind watch?
When you are there eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem