I beg not for this world full of peace,
But absence of war is what i beg for,
I beg not riches for men at every ease,
But absence of war is what i beg for,
I beseech not for people an immortal life,
But to live long enough as he is destined to,
Devoid of fights, poverty and earthly strive,
Contented, with his last breath call to you.
I implore not for the disease free world,
But for small ailments that ruin less,
Not the world hating grow old,
But with pride, knowing the fate, taking with an embrace,
I entreat not for lands without demarcations,
But for borders untouched and off intruders,
LORD, to thy feet i beseech with all these options,
If not all, make men a pure heart holder.
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