O sky, pour down please rain of mercy...
...on this parching earth;
She is burning, thirsty for a drop of life's rain;
Her lips, tongue, and throat are dry;
Drop sufficient rain to raise the dead to life!
O lord, show pity to the sullen humanity!
O lord, show favor to the anguished hearts...
...of the oppressed people!
O lord, bring back the spring's joy...
...to the gloomy faces!
...to the burnt rose gardens!
Pour rain of life to bring the dead to life!
We are your deadened and broken servants;
Drowntrodden, oppressed, and...
...tortured in blinding darkness!
O lord, don't let us be oppressed further!
Absolve us, and relieve us from this torment!
Pour water of life on us, for we are dead!
Some water to wet our dry hearts!
This burning heart is your servant's prayer room -
don't let it reel into complete chaos and confussion! ! !
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem