It lights a candle of delight
Flows with grace divine
Burns the embers of pain
Pacifies the tortures of a soul
Sweetens the bitterness of broken tongues
Transports to the celestial city
Mellifluous to broken drums
Carves a home in a fragile heart
Softens marble hearts
Commands cherubic presence
Buries worries of donkey years
Spring that invites humility to a feast
From a beauteous border
Meandering with magnificence
Quenching thirsts
Crave I this grace
Glorifying the Father of all glories
As cherubims swim in bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem