we shall return,
a people in favor
the promise it ran
we toiled, we worked
in our minds the promise it ran
we tread in fear
and follow the rules
hoping for favor
as we sweat and turn
each day with the promise in our minds
we shun the wordlies
and yet live worldly
years and years have gone
but the promise in our hearts still linger
kept in our memory by the books we call holy
as still we wait for the promise to be kept
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem