My Prayer

The dawn turns brighter,

As I hear the whisper

Of my often-forgotten nurturer, 

Who's ever-careful to make me prosper...

The blows that I receive,

Through the thoughts, I conceive

And swallow like a dove,

Are all wiped off with thy love.

Life is quite beautiful,

As long as you are merciful

Towards mankind

Dropping all our petty sins behind.

O the great wayfarer

And my dearest defender!

Let me not lose your chords

And keep me off from all worldly discords.