From thee flows th' breath of wisdom
Of peace, love, faith and charity
Of angelic prowess and volunteered-martyrdom
And supernal blessing of long-lived amity
But failed, I have, to show mine gratitude
I've been strayed by the revelry of life
Perchance, I should resist th' intoxication of strife
And to thee, O lord, be everlastingly glued
In deepest sadness I recline
Easing out distemper to eyes of the fix'd
But let not, my naked shadows be revealed
And pave way for the ragged plains of mine road to thine
Thou should open my mind to th' sooth
And cast my melancholy into extinct
And please lead me to thine hallowed precinct
So that I can fulfill the voyage of my youth.
(05-02-AD2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem