I have made my peace with prosecutors,
Who will not flatter me with accusations:
My torts are known to some who felt offended.
I have made my peace with ministers,
Who have no commands to give me;
What orders come are from my conscience.
I have made my peace with the Supreme,
Who leaves me to the hubris of my ways.
What prayers I mumble are to the Unknowable.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth has been depicted - we need peace to save self leaving world to die....very nice