This is the way to my hut you know.
On the end of the way is my little hut.
I sat at night. I prayed there always.
"God, would you come to me tonight
to visit me and hug me
and take me in your arms.
You came last night to me.
This morning I saw the way to my hut.
It's laid up by flowers like a beautiful carpet.
and the dry rivulet is now flowing.
(It was all barren and dry before) .
Thank you God that you came to me
when the whole nature around slept.
You are such a secret lover.
What more do I need in this life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When God comes, the barren lands will be converted into fecund fields producing great yield. Also the barren hearts will let out rivulets of love! Fortunate is the man who has found God... beautiful poem with a beautiful image!