god, accept me with my imperfections!
you have no other go;
or I may never reach anywhere near you!
whatever my mind cultivates or creates.
alas, it is with only imperfections.
it's not that I don't try hard
to do away my shortcomings;
when I shed one new one sprouts;
my entire life has been spent
in weeding out my aberrations;
yet I never succeed
and my soul sweats in dejection.
you created me with delicate secrets
which I fail to unravel all along my life.
I cry ' I am defeated in spite of myself '
and surrender at your feet holding my last breath;
accept me, my lord, with all my imperfections.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem