A Knock At The Door
A Knock At The Door1 min 412 1 min 412
Opening the door show the light,
Gust of wind blows north right.
Icy mist whitens the hilly way,
I am unable to track the zigzag silly dray.
The Dear of King do chase we,
Who do need a service of security.
A helpless man so begs Mercy, free law,
Who is just in plight, and is assistance-draw' .
A tired monk thus roves random, unfortunately,
Open this Door for your mate conjugately.
It is too late now, that is not a bit needful,
Your security, too, seeks luckily seedful,
For the sake of good and ours,
Receive a bliss of Holy Powers.