I went into the meadow, 
to seek the face of God. 
And in the quiet of the morning, 
saw the face I've always known. 
I went upon the city streets, 
to seek the face of God. 
And there among the teeming throng, 
saw the face I've always known. 
I went into my heart of hearts, 
to seek the face of God.
And saw the face I once denied, 
yet the face I've always known.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Thanks for your kind words Bernard