I lived my days as a mystic,
Listening to and chanting the praises of God;
I meditated in peace and tranquility...
On the glory of God in my heart;
Cut off from stress and strain arising from chaos!
Now there is no peace and love anywhere;
There is terror and fear everywhere!
The world is ruled by hatemongers and Warlords;
The world is torn by strife and conflict;
I must seek my God there!
Incharge of all the affairs on the earth!
Then, why terror and fear are stifling life here?
I ask my God in a secret way:
'O Music of love and peace!
Did you not make me too out of the sounding clay?
When will you sound again?
And proclaim Your will and judgment about...
Returning peace and love to the humankind? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem