Thousand men came to see her slumber state
one whom her beauty were mingled with roses
In her sleep reflects her dazzle beauty
Why do you sleep so soon?
Sooner than the sunset in mountains of Zion
Awake lets sing the old songs of love
The beauty in your sonnet voice of strings
echoing to souls beyond
Never to be heard in mortal pavilion
Awake the princess from her long awaited dreams
Who shall redeem you from this curse?
who atlast shall awake you from this slumber?
He who comes from a distant land
one that won the victory over death and Hades
Till the last trumpet sound
someday when we all goes to sleep
we shall meet to path no more
There we shall grow timeless like the big bang
Filling the Milky way in truce of eternity
Assemble in the gathering feast of the Lamb
In the courtyard of the Most High
Singing along with myriads of Angels
There we shall be happy as stars of Heaven
For death shall live no more
in death death shall die
and in life we shall live everlasting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem