Lost in the labyrinth of this ancient world,
though it came into existence after me.
Where was I before?
Let me be there!
I try to imagine:
My life, when did you begin?
I imagine you never began,
seems to me you have no beginning.
My life, when will you end?
I imagine you never end,
seems to me you have no ending.
Dead-end clues!
What use is it to imagine
about the beginning and the ending?
You were! You are! You will be!
My feelings are evergreen—
autumn does not visit me.
The divine light,
enacting as the light of my life.
My wonder! Divine wonder works!
That there is nothing but God.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"Nothing is there, but God" good