English Poem–Yours, not Mine

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To get back to the source from which we came, they say, is the real aim of life.

My faults hinder my progress towards you, my Lord! But, there is no other Will that can goad me to commit, or desist, from wrongful deeds: Even a leaf cannot move without your express power, they say.

You separated me from yourself; wished that I might forget you—the very source—and then, through some informative sources, incited me for your eternal search.

Let then, let me put all my wrongs and rights unto you, for, if I fail to reach you, it is your loss, not mine!

Why should I feel happy with appreciation, and sad with defame, when it is not mine but only a device of your play.

Let me leave everything and make you responsible for my progress or descent.



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