Destiny said to a poor lad that came from afore
“Go back and sit in that quiet corner you were before
until you hear your name; the latter things will come”.
The poor lad said to destiny; “Yes my Lord, but
for how long will I sit in this quiet corner waiting?
When will these latter things come? ”
Destiny then said to the poor lad that came from afore
“Do not blaspheme; God searches the heart,
the days are not for you, the latter things will truly come”
Even today, the poor lad that came from afore
sits still in that quiet corner and he bears a heavy cross.
This is true for i am the poor lad that came from afore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem