Lest the apology be not taken
Twisted in hands while crushed
In fingers that wear diamonds and gold
Lest the deity be the exalted presence
For the one with no mischief rendered
Laid on the door the sword of pride
Lest the love be tendered sweet
As the might of the self when on the rise
Held to the earth the eyes once on truth
Lest the lover be on his own to the soul
Lick the wounds of his forgiveness
For divine mercy on the day bestow
Lest not the one who departed
Look back with vengeance retribute
Do the dusts not melted in heavens reside
Lest not the mirth of ego again
The bigger the one the smaller is it
To your life in happiness repose
26/9/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem