A bird flying up from my chest,
It flies for the heaven with my petition,
Where God is seated on his throne,
Not for meting out justice today!
But, for forgiving and general amnesty!
Where the Eternal garden blooms...
With lovely myriad coloured flowers...
Breathing out generously their perfume;
Where Springs gush out cool water of life;
Where Chinars, cypresses, deodars rustle;
And my miracle bird sings, flying:
' He loves you! He loves you!
He carries your likeness in his vast breast,
And sings your praises sweetly and secretly,
And believes it truly, ' he stands before you',
He entreats and weeps for your mercy,
He kisses the chords of the hidden lute...
that speak out Your name regularly;
He continuously calls you, waking and sleeping;
And lies startled and astonished to see your beauty;
He loves you! He loves you! He pleads for mercy from you! '
God stands up, and listens to the song of the bird,
He grants the petition with a note: I love him! I love him!
MyKoul
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