God, Help The Poor Heart, O Jesu, Benevolent Jesu! , Jesus Christ! Help The Broken-Hearted Girl! , Take Care, Care Of Her, As She Is Poor And Ailing, God, Help Her, Help Her Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Save her, save her, my Lord,
Lord Jesus, my love,
A poor and simple girl like her,
Save the humble girl, my Lord.

Betrayed and cheated stands she on the way,
At the crossroad of life,
Knowing not where to go,
Which way to follow?

God, save You, save You her
And if save You not, who to save her
As You the Last Hope,
Lord-god, You save here, save her kindly!

A breakheart, she is emotionally weak
And has deviated and digressed from,
You just extend a helping hand to her, my Lord in her distress,
Just extend a helping hand in her agony.

As Your Love is in us
And we oblivious of it mark it not,
Help not whose who have fallen
As for our deeds.

Love is love, stain it not,
Let it be chaste and holy,
Pure and clean,
Undefiled and guileless.

Let us cheer up the forlorn heart,
Console the heartaches and bandage the bleeding wounds
At least to nurse back
Poor, ailing and weak humanity.

My love, poor soul the centre of heart,
You be not disturbed,
Take heart, take heart and let it go,
Forget all that which happened to you.

You love you yourself, love God
Your mother and father
Who have given birth to you,
Thank you God the Creator

If they can’t create, who are they to destroy
Your life and career,
My love, don’t be sad, weep not
As God is always with you.

God, help the poor heart,
O Jesu, Benevolent Jesu! ,
Jesus Christ! help the broken-hearted girl! ,
Take care, care of her,

As she is poor and ailing,
God, help her, help her, God,
A poor and simple heart,
Weak and ailing.