Your Trade is over.
Now bring that soul back to the corpse.
It is crying for a drop of ambrosia,
Wrapped in a torn rack, crying for her lap,
The best secure place on the earth.
O Almighty! What is the blame You punish
This Unborn Seed?
Some says it is the sin of last life,
Some says it is the fault of parents’ night.
Let them say what reviler wants.
It hasn’t even breathed the poised
Air of the earth.
It hasn’t touched the sinful soil.
O Almighty, I will not blame You,
You are Omniscient,
Begging as your Son,
Requesting to bring that soul back to the corpse.
Let the child live life with its Mum.
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