Is your praying a heart of mine?
Your kindness overreaches and flattens.
To submit is to override the one who first
Sees this act, this is the heart of mine.
Your prayers become a belief of faith,
Supplicate then to just rulers who see you.
Like the words emanating from light,
See your book and study the ways of right.
Is your heart a praying kind? Before you is
A thought but then you discard it.
The book is still, the books are floating,
Read the book still, like the roars of heaven.
Are you the praying kind? The mercy asks you
If you are merciful or a reality of one kind.
The righteous men shun the real mighty men,
Who wrestle like a larger fright and fear the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem