The Day I Spoke With God

It was the season of spring
I had a pleasant dream;
In the chill weather of the night!
I felt and heard an echoed voice
With shiny clouds
In the background frame;
Yes, it was the voice of the superior!
I continued my dreams
In the divine realm;
Devoted thanks to glorified divinity!
As my talk went on with him,
I asked my superior;
Oh God! Show me the paradise!
He showed an angel;
I was amazed and tuned
As I felt and showered in heavenly rain!
Then I asked;
Oh God! Show me the bottom most pit
He asked me to love her;
I was surprised by his mystery
But I started so;
I was the happiest person
At the beginning;
That happiness gave me
Both joy and hurt;
It was delightful pain
In which my soul suffered!
I felt my heart floated
In the ocean of pleasure
Carrying sweet pain along;
My wishes are stated
Solely in the dreams
What my heart was longing for!
After opening my eyes
Only tears remained in it.
I still thank God
For those ten fingers
That cleansed the tears!
Now I realised the mystery
Which my superior stated;
Certainly! It is beyond the hell I greet
Every second of which
I am torched by its heat.