O great creator of Being. You who
Transcend space and time. Deliver us from harm.
Our present and future seem to be doomed.
Please listen to this plagued, world - weary psalm.
For this winter of desolation is
Now crippling our lives and our hearts and minds.
All we can perceive are sorrow and sin.
Tilt our dark, troubled world towards springtime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem