In my father’s house
There are many mansions.
Enough, for each one of us
For each, as his own wish.
In my Father’s house
In our Dear’s compound
We have many mansions
Enough for everyone’s need.
The mansions, in our Father’s house
Shine in the morning sun
Dear and beloved
Precious like a pure stone,
Like a diamond.
For each, as his own wish
As per his dreams, and ambitions
And so they are designed
And built, and decorated
And carpeted, and gardened.
In my Father’s house
There are many mansions
Enough for everyone’s need
If it were not so, I would have told you
But it is so, and so rest assured.
