In long-run from the Eules you've passed away,
To gardens where the Nachtigall rejoice
In unbound joy, at happy hour's of new day,
You soared to skies, where none makes their choice.
Once more, you claimed innocence of birth,
Like a babe reborn where mortal wine is fraught
With tainted drops that ache this weary earth,
And now you sip the roses' purest draught.
In that perpetual garden, dews descend
To cleanse each hour and bathe the petals, recite
You are now free from earthly woes, my friend,
Where once you struggled to see day from night.
Now rest where veil of delusion breaks and dies,
Where holy light is seen in heaven's eyes.
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