An Ode to the Divine Liberator
O! The Divine Liberator of grief striken souls, I know thy arrival is sure,The freedom that thou provide is pure;
With thy might, come, and silence my cries forever,
It is the only favour that I'll ask of ye ever;
I count on ye to pull me out of my misery,
And unlock the prison of my life to which thou hold the key;
With thee soon I shall go,
Ye won't disappoint me, I know;
Come and make me find comfort in the embrace of eternal sleep,
And let this comfort stay with me, forever to keep;
A tune, in my ears, will be played by thee,
resembling the lullaby that my mother used to croon to me;
Resting on thy lap, I shall open my eyes,
From thence to a new life I shall rise;
Knowing that no longer will flow the rivers of tears,
I will be free of my misery and fears;
With my visage glistening with true delight, with thee I shall walk hand-in-hand,
Leaving my grief 6-feet under a piece of land;
In thy chariot, I shall sit besides thee, on a silver fleece,
Oh! Finally I shall have the eternal peace.
Come and take me away,
Here, now, I don't want to stay;
Liberate me please,
I don't want to live my life for others, to appease.
Poetry by Mirza Nazrana Bég
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Written on 2011-02-06 at 04:39
Tags Death Peace Lullaby
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