Some day I’ll knock at your door
To the peaceful heavenly Kingdom,
And I hope you won’t scorn and ignore
The soul waiting for a warm welcome.
And don’t delay opening this gate
Due to my sins or wrongdoing,
Don’t tell me to go away or wait,
Give your grace to the poor being.
And turn a blind eye to my weakness,
And I beg you not to enumerate
All my mistakes and faults. Be gracious
When I shudder with fear at your gate…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem