It was on Sunday night
When heaven and earth wear no different
God at first time looks out 
To see his image scatter all over the earth
He looked north and south of east side 
Through the west window of his house
He felt alone
As he saw everyone feast alone 
He couldn't possibly believe his eyes
He notice they are naked and their eyes open
He became shy, his anger compiles
So he flee
Waiting patiently for their plea
But they left the asylum in search for God 
Rightly beside them
God then created heaven for himself
And for those chosen and wish to see him                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    