Before the mountains
were brought forth
you thought of me.
I am your loving child.
That is my consolation.
In this burdensome toil
when I break my back
I call your holy name.
In this lonesome valley
when I walk all alone,
your thought alone is
my joy and comfort.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sublime thought contents..great expression! An adorable piece of work..10