What shall I offer you in return for your favor?
For giving me the opportunity to bloom in the winter despite your demeanour?
You gave me life,
You gave me my first breath,
My first ray of sight,
My first touch,
My first feel,
My first sensation towards being alive.
I cannot give you anything.
I will not give you nothing.
I have grown from you,
I am your fruit,
I will fall to ground,
And from me will spring a thousand you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful address to the Creator! We are His fruits, one day to ripe and fall off giving rise to thousands of descendants- I have grown from you -.................and from me will spring a thousand you ! So profound Nice thoughts, that God resides in every one! !