Happy I am you no longer would be hungry
Happy your sacks’ today are laden with gifts
Happy the road to home no longer is weary
Happy all that has come to you pleasantly a lift
Happy of the time spent in outpouring prayers
Happy you no longer are weighed down nor bent
Happy times you dutifully waited and today the pay
Happy is your head now of glorious crown, no not lent
Happy that in so doing, He did openly to all eyes to see
Extent people of good will cling to you, a woman blessed
That happy you asked, He said He would, and did as He said
And, now your footsteps’ no longer Snowflakes tan: Blessed
Phenomenal woman and a phenomenal poem- celebrating the woman of substance. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine and lofty verse ceremoniously rich in tone. A lovely work of art. Thanks for sharing.