Unnerving in the middle of the ocean
Sitting in the center of the raft
Holding the oar with trembling fists
Looking above to the sky
Ornated by infinite sparkling lights
Hoping, a guiding angel to show up
Acquainting the 'lost', about the true path
Laying ahead followed by a destructive storm
A dark quilt of cloud starts to cover
Stopping the guiding angel to show up
Losing the hope, the 'lost' fall apart
Weeping of the 'lost' creates an incessant ripple
Lightning the ocean, clearing the view
Showing the 'lost' the true path
Seeking by many, before all they lose hope
Making him believe about the unruly heart
He is his guiding angel
Above him is only the sky with infinite orbs
There is nothing more than faith in oneself
None but he can show the path to the 'lost'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem