(with apologies to J.M. Synge)
Lord, protect this sister and any visiting mister
enlighten her brow and let her know nothing sinister
protect her heart, lung and liver and never make her shiver
and in her guts, in her soul a calling give her.
Let her live with free delivered dinners
at a holiday resort as a saint among sinners:
Lord, Your blessings give
and she will surely delightfully live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem