And my evensong is joyous
Filled with the melodies of praise
The rapturous delight of a liberated soul
Freed from the vanities of mortal realms I'm told.
Yea, now elevated to skydom azure
Enriched there with such thoughts pure
A new timbre of melody I hear
Which to my heart I now hold dear.
Now I hear the holy angels' chants
Their holy chain fill the temple as ants.
They their faces didst cover with wings twain
And Holy., Holy was their sweet refrain.
And Isaiah bowed his head in shame
For at this sight his life took on new aim.
He lived to be God's mouthpiece in his day
And uttered only what the master would say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The rapturous delight of a liberated soul Freed from the vanities of mortal realms I'm told. ...................................................................... The rapturous delight of a liberated soul Freed from the vanities of mortal realms I'm told.... 10.......... best wishes, Tsira