This soil, waters and
Endless horizon
Vast, enormous creation
Underground, underwater
On land, on air creatures’
Providence chain, completed
Ours, selfishness
In God’s abundance
And plenty, deny survival of one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How true that is. We take many things for granted and give little thanks to God. I love this poem as well. Brillant!