Each one would have been rich,
Each one would have been beautiful,
If God had ever so willed!
But the purpose of life is not riches,
Nor the physical beauty at all.
The essence of life lies,
But in the beauty of the soul.
We have to make our souls,
Among the rich and beautiful.
O! my self, will you not go,
With the will of God.
And be the rich and beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem