When the world shall come to its end
On the world's last Love I'll stand.
O God will try to push me down but I
With all my force will push Him back.
He shall not be able to put out Love at all.
O I'll guard it, guard it, guard it!
And the world cannot die with Love glowing, burning,
O the world cannot die out at all.
Doomsday will be shattered, shattered!
Shattered by my standing there:
God will see whom He is contending with
And, O, He'll revolve the world again.
(Published in Have Come Am Here 1942)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem