You sit and cry today
thinking of the people
whom you helped in need.
You cry because
the very same people
worked against you.
They became jealous
of you and broke you.
Wait patiently in prayer.
God will bring you to stand
In front of the ones who broke you.
There you shall stand with a smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
smile a divine boon; smile always for the good health of belief