What frail shadow lurks yonder?
What kind of being works great wonders?
Gives me my hands to work miracles;
Gives me a mind to grasp life's living circle;
Gives me my feet to travel far and above;
Gives me my heart to show mercy and love;
Gives me a womb to bore more of thee;
Yet, it comes and takes away these gifts it gave me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem