I wish it were in those days
when her lamp shone upon my path
i walked through darkness by her light
in the days of my prime
When her motherly counsel were yet with me
and my brothers flocked arround me
my steps were bathed with milk
all wanted to identify with me
when my mate saw me and hid
the princes and princesses wil stop to talk
they cover their mouth with thier hand
the voices of the nobles was hushed
when the ear that heard blessed me
when the eyes that saw aproved of me
because i help the poor who cried
i provided for the fatherless and te needy
i helped those about to perish
the widows heart sang for joy
my justicse was like robe and turban
i was eyes for the blind
i was feet for the lame
ear for the deaf
father to the poor
i wish it were in those days
when my glory was fresh within me
when men listen to me
and kept slient when i spoke
and when i am done speaking they speak no more
and my speech settled on them like dew
because my mother taught me virtue
for she was the lady of the land.
but now all that is by gone
i am now laughed by those younger than i
and those whom i gave light in darkness
now scorns my name
i just wish it were in those days of my prime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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