There will always be
struggle
overcoming with the help of God'
though the fortresses may change
Only his presence unites
the glorious place where one enters
dwells fondest in his heart
surrounding all, exalting over,
where the weary in soul shall bow
healing are the wounded
leaning on stone
in spirit and in truth'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mana', for our tortured souls A poem almost like a prayer, that inspires peace and well-being Beautifully, sanctified.