LOVES AND SONGS
* (A Collection of Juvenile Poems )
Loves and Song (A Collection of Juvenile Poems) by Menonim Menonimus
Years of Composition: 1995 to 1999
First Edition: 2019
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D. T. P. By Menonim Menonimus
Dear Shahriar and Samima
Whose pranks are
my source of inspiration to walk ahead.
— Menonim Menonimus
Songs and Loves (Text)
A Prayer to God / 7
Dear Puppy /8
I Like /9
Take Me unto Thee /10
A Prayer /11
A Boy and a Girl /12
To Mother/ 13
The Destiny /15
I Like (II) /16
How I Can /17
To the Lord /18
Morning Scene /19
The Moon /20
The Bee /21
Where you are /22
If You Want Peace /23
To My Baby /24
A Tale /25
The Red Kite /28
For Lost Beauty /31
The Moon /33
Lachit Barphukan /34
The Pride of Assam /36
Once an Old Man /38
What Does God Do /40
A Boy Wishes to be /42
To the Sun Beam /43
In the Dark Lonely Night /44
The Night of Hurricane /46
Beauty Returns Never /47
When I Enjoy /48
In a Spring Morning /50
To Hear the Song /51
The Luit /52
After Dawn /54
I Have Lived Long /56
To a Bachelor Friend /57
Here I am Happy /58
My Flower /59
Motherland (II) /62
LOVES AND SONGS (TEXT)
Prayer to God
God, thank you for the things so beautiful
Thank you for the world so wonderful.
I know not- why the stars in the sky twinkle
I know not- why to my lap they don’t fall.
God, let me know- where they get their ray
O God! Let me know and let me be gay.
Why the rivers glide down from the hills
Why they ripple and flow to the far off seas.
Where are you- in the sky or in Heaven?
Bless me with thy grace, let not be forsaken. 0 0 0
(To Sabina Tabbasom, Hojai)
O my dear, dear little puppy
Come to my knees, my dear baby.
And play with me every morn
Leap with me beside the thorn.
I with you shall climb up the hills
Please tale me- how will you feel?
Not wicked but be calm and good
I will feed you delicious food. 0 0 0
I am a very little boy
I like to play with a toy.
I like milk and sweets
And luscious fruits.
Mother fondles much
My father is also such.
I have a sister so dear.
I’m happy if she is near. 0 0 0
Take Me Unto Thee
God, where art Thou- I know not
Whether thou art beyond the Rainbow,
Or in the air blowing as breeze mellow
Let me feel Thee, please bereft me not.
Wherever thou art- take my love
I consecrate all that I have,
Keep my heart unhurt, please save
Let me have the wings of a dove.
I am dipped in ego and self-desire
I’m in dark encircled by cloud
It is thou my God, please mould
My entity taking me higher. 0 0 0
Let me be born anew, again
Let me bathe in thy rain,
Please thy grace let me have
With a heart full of love.
Please let me soar up so high
I am here shedding hot sigh,
Let me see thy beauty
My God thou art mighty. 0 0 0
A Boy and A Girl
A boy and a girl were playing
There was only a dream of joy and loving.
When they grew up met with sighs and nothing
That they dreamed of while playing.
In old age, they had to face weeping
The sea of sorrow
Mates but mind narrow
The sun without light
The sky without height
Now they have only tears for heart’s lulling. 0 0 0
Oh, mother! Love me, lull me
A happy child let me be,
Oh, mother! Love me, kiss me
A cheerful child let me be.
Sitting softly on your knee
Stars of the sky let me see,
Let me enjoy lullaby song
That you sing in a sweet tongue.
Once again tell me, oh! Mother
Are the moon and stars brothers?
They play hide and seek in sky
Above our heads so much high. 0 0 0
I wandered through the wild street
And all the joyous objects I meet,
Where with my soft tender heart
All day long I enjoy all the mirth.
The woods is full of beautiful trees
They ask me always to be glee,
The trees are replete with flowers
They sweeten our heart with flavour. 0 0 0
In this absolute age of Democracy
We are the victims of hypocrisy,
The babes are sent to the street
To collect the slum that they meet.
There is no dearth of statesmen
Promises of all progress are given,
Throwing us in the depth of mud
All their promises are proved fraud. 0 0 0
I Like (II)
I like to wander in the morn
Its fresh and calm air we adorn,
It is time to enjoy beauty
Remaining hours are noisy and dirty.
I like to play with the sunlight
That looks so golden and bright,
It gives me calm and peace
On us light is a divine grace. 0 0 0
How I Can
I have no black drop of ink
For my pretty pen to sink
Nor a single page of paper
To draw the lines I aspire.
Tell, how can I enjoy writing
No books I’ve for reading,
Oh God! Why we’re in misery
Redeem us from our poverty. 0 0 0
To the Lord
O, the Lord of the shepherds
Give a little of your warm loves,
And give a little of your mirth
We are confined to the hearth.
That you enjoy from morn to eve
Roaming about under the trees,
Playing on your golden lute
And singing song on your flute.
Under the blue transparent sky
Taking bath in the river nigh,
How happy and jolly you are
O, the Lord of the shepherd. 0 0 0
It is after dawn rises the sun
From nests come out all birds,
That bring on joy and mirth
Shepherds go to field with herds.
The cocks in the peasants’ hoards
Wait to be fed by their Lords,
Wait all the goats and lambs
For their fellow maids and mates.
In such a time of fun and joy
Provide me with some toys,
And a cluster of bloomed flowers
Give me to play all the hours. 0 0 0
How beautiful the moon is
In the sky among the clouds,
More fair than the flowers
That dance with the stars.
Only at night it can be seen
With them had I there been,
To live in joy and peace
What a pleasure would this be! 0 0 0
O the Bee
You are busy
For all the day
What do you say?
In your tone
Are these songs?
How much mellow
Let me know
Let me know. 0 0 0
Where You Are
We are very little boys
We like to play with toys
We don’t know, oh God
Where is your abode?
Whether in the sky
Among the little stars
Or beyond the sun
Where is no van?
To come down to us
To love us very much. 0 0 0
If You Want Peace
If you want to live in peace in the world
Enjoy the beauty and seek truth as gold,
Avoid the paths of vice and violence
Take up the plain path of non-violence.
Look at all as brothers with an equal eye
Never hate anybody, never say fie,
Follow the path shown by great souls
Ignoring the evil ways of wicked people.
Learn to love all both high and low
Even to the wicked and to your foe,
To your elder and younger speak the truth
Like you let everybody enjoy the same mirth.
Always obey your parents and teachers
Respect, bow down to your elders,
If you obey all the talks above spoken
Then for us all the world will be Heaven. 0 0 0
To My Baby
My baby that the sun is rising
Get up soon from your sleeping
Get up, get up soon it is morning
Do not waste your hours in vain.
Get up, get up my dear babe
Get washed your hand and face
Put on your long warm drapery
Without making the least delay.
And like a good honest boy
Throw away your petty toy,
Prepare your everyday lesson
Do not run after only fashion. 0 0 0
My babies, I will tell you a tale
A tale of the ancient world
In that world, there was a king
A king as strong as a lion
A lion whose name was Bharat.
He was noble and full of vigour
In whose vigour all other king trembled
Being trembled all other small kings
Came under the sway of him
And he became the emperor of Emperors.
He brought up well all his subjects
Against him, there was none to object
Uniting all he made a big kingdom
Under him, all subjects lived in peace
To all equal justice, he could give
After the noble name of the king
Our land is honourably called ‘Bharat’. 0 0 0
When we will grow young and older
We must do the great deeds,
To keep up the pride of our land dear
We will perform great feats.
We will not fear to sacrifice our lives
For the great cause in mirth,
We will lead a life of peace and justice
And follow the path of truth. 0 0 0
Oh! My motherland,
I’ve opened up my eyes in your lap
In the prime of my life.
Once again in the last evening
I will shut up my eyes
In your warm breast.
I wish again my life to begin
Taking a new birth in your womb
You’re my temple, my image of love
Once again in my new birth
Let me breathe your air
Let me bathe in your shower
Let me again enjoy the green hill
And the stars with their twinkling.
On your affectionate breast
Let me die and take birth again and again
And let me love and live. 0 0 0
The Red Kite
Oh! The red kite, oh! The red kite
Go to the sky,
In the land of the moon to see
The clouds run by.
Seeing all the new things there
Please say to me,
The tales of the moon and stars
And make me happy.
Soon go there, fly up so high
In the presence of my eye
Go there flying up to the moon
For the present- goodbye. 0 0 0
My dear babe, go to sleep
The night is dark and deep
Be quick, be quick, go to sleep.
My dear, dear little child
You are so calm and mild
Go to sleep, my dear child.
In the bush, the fox is yelling
In the woods, lion is howling
Behind home, tiger is roaring.
My dear babe, go to sleep
The night is dark and deep
Be quick, be quick, go to sleep. 0 0 0
Whose garden is this- do you know
It looks as beautiful as the rainbow
The fence around it who have built
There roses bloom so bright and mild.
There at night blooms the night queen
With fragrance, it smiles- no feign,
Flowers lean upon its petal so dear
It is as if on the lap of its mother.
The bees singing song in flock come
To suck honey from bloomed flower,
With kiss and sweet songs convey loves
Love, beauty and joy they always nurse.
Whose garden is this- who is its master?
I think great God is its Lord and father,
Let the garden remain young forever
To us it is so much lovely and dearer. 0 0 0
For Lost Beauty
When you come to my mind
All my pain goes away,
My heart with thine who did bind
In the morn looked gay?
On the sea-shore we did meet
How lovely look to see,
It is for love that my heart greets
For your love to me.
In the last eve of my earthly life
Why am I devoid of mirth?
Who stands on my way as a knife
Throws thorns on my path?
Where have gone your fair world
Oh! Leave me not in life!
Who has tempted you to be withered
Leaving me in infinite grief. 0 0 0
There is a lovely rose
Dancing on the green moss,
There is the rainbow
Who creates- who knows?
There flows the spring
With the sound ‘rippling’
Who is their maker
Who is their father?
O, my dear, dear child
Why question- be mild.
Here that all things
With all beautiful beings
Are created by God.
He is our great Lord
Above so high He lives
All the things He creates. 0 0 0
That is the moon
Brighter than you
With hoary hue.
The clouds play
On the sky’s bay.
I being a child
And so mild
Cannot go there
Their chats to hear. 0 0 0
Have you heard the name of Lachit?
Great hero victorious over the Mugal
They came with full of arms
To make a conquest over our land.
The king foreseeing the peril
Called upon Lachit
Made him the Chief Commander
Of the Ahom soldiers.
He with a skilled strategy
Decided to build a barricade
He bestowed the deed on his uncle’s shoulder
And ordered him to finish it by the night
Hundred and thousand Ahom youths
Embarked on the deed
They worked hard and became tired
And ignoring the imposed duty they fell asleep
Lachit with fever in him came at midnight
He came and found the barricade in the beginning
And all in sleep
Then he took the sharp sword out of his sheath
And with a strike smite off his uncle’s throat
And said, “Uncle is not greater than my Motherland”
Seeing Lachit’s prowess, all the workers got up in fear
And begin to work harder
And accomplished the building of the barricade before dawn
The Mugal soldiers some thousands in number
Came with deadly arms
But found no path to face the Ahoms
And being despair they retreat
On the way, the Ahoms chased after them
And taught them a hard lesson.
Since then our Assam remained safe
From the hand of imperialist Mugal.
Hours and years have passed
Lachit’s love for his motherland remains
As our paradigm of valour and patriotism. 0 0 0
The Pride of Assam
We are Assamese
A greater nation
What you need
Make a list
You’ll find all here.
The great Brahmaputra provides us
With an infinite source of water.
Our land bears hills and hills full of trees
Reeds and bushes
Here you’ll find all.
Every genus of animals and being
Tiger, lion, deer, bear, and many beasts
You’ll find also a rare creature called ‘One-horned rhino’
Nowhere but in the woods of our land.
Herein all the seasons
You will hear the songs of cuckoo
The chirping of the cricket.
What is not in our land?
We have our prophet called Shri Shankerdev
Who with voice of love and equality
Unites us all.
Here you will get lady-like Sati Joymati
Who for her love and devotion to her motherland
Suffered an exemplary agony.
Is there anyone like Ajan Pir?
He though suffered the pain of blindness
Showed the path full of light.
Who is there like our Kalaguru Bishnu, Jotyprashad?
Is there anyone else
Like the ‘Sun of Song’ Sri Bhupen?
They with their tongues bewitched the entire world.
It is our land
In it, we get everything we need
We are proud of it. 0 0 0
Once an Old Man
Once there was an old man
He seemed as old as the hills
He had neither a single tooth
All his hair was hoary
Skin was wrinkled.
He had many offspring
Hundred and Eleven sons
And hundred and forty daughters
All the sons were well taught-
How to plough land
The daughters were skilled
In cooking curry and food
He had twelve hundred and eleven grandchildren
He could call on them by their names day and night.
He told them the story of the Ramayana
The tales of the Panchatantra
He even could tell
The tales of ‘The Arabian Nights.’
Once he went to a war
With the barbarians beyond the desert
There he fought well and carried on pride to his land
He enjoyed a sound health till his death
I‘ve heard my father say –
He survived up to hundred and half a century
During his entire life he never fell ill
Never saw doctors, never took pill
He got up from his sleep
While the cock shrieked at dawn
He earned his livelihood by means
Of cultivating crops in his own lands
He knew no religion-
Honesty in dealing and doing his duty was his creed
He knew not- what is called high and low
What is called untouchability?
What is called enmity?
He said- I’m a man and all are sons
Let all live like brothers.
Days passed his mortal soul left his wrinkled body
Then there arose a king
Came different creeds
Sense of high and low took birth.
Came Democracy and began to turn all into chaos. 0 0 0
What Does God Do?
Once there was a thoughtful king
Some million subjects he had
He governed them well
With hard hand.
Everywhere there were joys and happiness
Some called him the wisest of all the beings
And some called him most fool of the fools
He had a crowd of scholars wise in scriptures
He called on them once a week
And asked each of them a question
Who could answer would get prize
And if failed he had to lose his life
One day he called on them all
“What does God do and earn His livelihood?”
All the scholars listened to it
Some of the scholars replied after their wisdom
But no reply could satisfy the king
Then most of the scholars lost their life.
To the nearest village of the king’s palace
There lived a man
So poor, so old
He lived long enough
And more he wished not to live long
He came to the palace
To answer to the king’s question
The king said-
“Try then, if your answer can satisfy me
You will be well rewarded
Or otherwise you must taste death.”
Then the old man entreated the king
To go to the field
The king followed.
Then he began to plough his land with his bullocks
“See God does this deed and earn his living.”
The king being satisfied rewarded him with gold and riches. 0 0 0
A Boy Wishes to Be
With the breaking of dawn
The sun gets up from his sleep
For all day long it does its duty
Without leisure, without repose
How busy, how dutiful it is!
So I wish to be the sun.
And while the dark comes down
From the east, the sun goes to its bed
And for the whole night
Without any breaking
How lazy it is!
So I wish not to be a sun. 0 0 0
To the Sunbeam
O the sunbeam, welcome to thee
Many idle hours I have spent,
Playing under thy light seeking mystery
Now in the state of my smothered pant,
I am overpowered by weary thought.
Thinking what is given to the world and got.
Oh! Halt a little outside my bower
Taking away thy glittering bright light,
Keep busy lighting upon my flower
In my agony do not come so nigh,
When entire world is on my head
As if all the world I have to lead.
O, don’t pester me, do not bother me
I am in the realm of deep thought,
Let me pursue after it and be glee
Let me be saved from much heat
How an unfortunate being am I
For the present o, the sun goodbye.
Once again please do not forget
To come back to thorny grove,
My congealed thoughts to melt
Ushering a new light to my hope
Again with thee for joy I will play,
To drive away my pain and to be gay. 0 0 0
In the Dark Lonely Night
I rambled aimlessly like a bird
Around me was nothing but dark,
Like a minstrel or an ancient bard
Nothing there was visible to mark,
On that lonely desolate hour
I was far off from my bower.
Dark and dark came down to the earth
As the shower covered the sky,
The dark that took away my mirth
No comet was seen to be passed by,
Or a glow-worm to show me path
I so wretched ever to take birth.
Clouds heaped upon cloud
Like sands in the deep desert,
Within themselves made crowd
With woe, it stroked my heart,
I hid within myself in fear
The fear I could hardly bear.
Oh! All at once from far somewhere
Came a glimpse of bright light,
It came to my bower and nowhere
That drove away all my fright,
Though there was endless thundering
And ceaseless hailing, heavy raining.
The light showing me the path
Led me to my far off blue bower,
Rescuing me from dark and its girth
And from the hand of cursed shower,
How more true the lighting can be
My friend in dark night makes me glee. 0 0 0
The Night of Hurricane
Oh! Come the gust of hurricane
Breaking the silence of the night
Come the storm to the poet too lean
But to my heart being a fright
Oh! This comes from above hills
With heavy thunder and loud shrill.
Rain after rain falls too heavily
To moisten the dried world
After many a day, it falls greedily
It is but bliss of our great Lord
From eastward to westward if blows
As swiftly as a hilly spring flows.
Broken are my house and its vaults
Walls are but like a pull-out tree
Rain penetrates into my room like a bolt
That takes away all my joys and pleasure
Say in such a state how I pursue
The pretty verse that I have to issue. 0 0 0
Beauty Returns Never
After many a night and day
The scene comes to my mind,
When by the side of the bay
I was with my inward eye blind,
The western breeze was blowing
In the flowery month of spring.
Suddenly when I turned my eyes
Over the green field to eastward,
I saw a range of green mountains
Built by a host of black cloud,
Oh! How charming it seemed
How beautifully the cloud heaped!
The shadow of the cloudy mountain
Reached the land and it grew dark
That added silver beauty to spring
And came out all the beauty hidden,
Over the round moon was lighting
As if against dark it was fighting.
Many a joy to me it brought
As many a moment I gazed,
Driving away all painful thought
That charmed scene I ever faced,
How happy the moment was
How lovely and joyous it was! 0 0 0
When I Enjoy
When I enjoy with my innermost eye
The bright beautiful morning star,
Twinkling above my head so high
When the sky is free from shower,
My heart up to the heaven swells
As if the entire universe it’ll travel.
When I unfurl my custodian eye
Over the lake of blooming lotus,
Fluttering and dancing so nigh
Facing upward to the moon it laughs,
My heart with joy jump to the lake
To play with the lotus-like flake.
When I turn my eyes to the field
See how softly the meadow grows,
Those look so beautiful and mild
How the law of Nature she follows,
Then my heart rises up to struggle
Against the weary cells and its bugle.
When the sun in west sets down
With all the sacred bright beauty,
The god of the light rises up soon
To shine the world with silver beauty,
From my eyes drops down all my tears
And I wait for a new life to bear. 0 0 0
In a Spring Morning
On the lovely knee of Nature
Flashes the drops of frost,
Adorned with comely feature
That glitters golden in boast,
As if a bunch bead of mermaid
Is standing there to be glorified.
On the face of youthful spring
The laughter of bloomed flowers,
Upon it the dappled butterfly swing
Bringing the tide of joy to my bower,
How softly it lulls my weary heart!
That brings back all the joys of past. 0 0 0
To Hear the Song
Getting closed my eyes
With over gloom dark,
Came up the sighs
Like a thundering bark,
Hence long some day
I awoke under the sky of May.
Neither verse nor rhyme
Is being onwards followed,
Neither carol nor hymn
Has been long pursued,
My heart fills up with a passion
Tears glide up to horizon.
Oh! Slumber don’t be my foe
I would fall in sleep not,
With over and over woe
I’ll hear all night hot,
Your song my darling cricket
Your song is my ever long mate. 0 0 0
On that day I with my mate
To the Luit went for first time,
A day of joy and good fate
The banks deluged with tide,
The west wind caused the surge
To wash off its muddy verge.
The high weaves that roared
Around me and everywhere,
A microcosm I had found
The scene I saw before nowhere,
Trouts, tortoise showed their chin
Joy and wonder did they mean.
The fishermen with their barge
One after another following pleasure,
To its foamy bed they did merge
To the Luit- a mysterious creature,
Father of death and rebirth
Cool of winter, hot of hearth.
Birds of brown hazel colour
Upon the waves, they fled,
Under the white moving shower
They sang song pleasant and mild
In the state of joy and freedom
Where poets feel pain not but seldom.
Now always and everyday
I come to it face to face,
To spend my hours on its bay
With newer joy to it, I gaze,
But the joy enjoyed with my mate
Had passed ever from my fate. 0 0 0
It is just the Dawn has passed
And the sun is about to get up,
No frost there is to be betrayed
By the yellow rays of the hub,
All has come out of their warm quilt
To enjoy beauty and with her to melt.
All the birds with their maidens
Leave their pretty sweet nests,
Flying, dancing with their children
To the lake that they loved best,
In search of livelihood all are busy
Crossing over hills and vales mossy.
Only a being forlorn, woeful as I
Still is on my coarse weary bed,
Overpowered by thoughts and sigh
And an eye full of tears to shed,
Neither joy nor pleasure is in mind
My custodian eyes no light is to find.
But suddenly a pair of white doves
Come flying from somewhere far off,
With a heart full of golden hopes
Sing melodious songs to drive off.
All my boundless weary thought
Warns me: thoughts are nought. 0 0 0
I Have Lived Long
I have lived long enough on life
Sucking the venom of the hive,
Smearing deep dirt dye on it
Defying in vain against desolate feat.
When it was to build up my soul
I was led astray to the path foul,
A forlorn now with grey hair
To me now all are foul though fair.
Only a soul torn by thorn
And a void heart to mourn,
My ever long unwished company
Having neither fovour nor sympathy.
O, a little peace to me please afford
Oh! My dear, dear Omnipotent God. 0 0 0
To A Bachelor Friend
Friend, go to the marriage
As you have come to age,
It is but a nature’s sacred law
Breaking it don’t be a foe.
Look at the birds upon your head
They fly in pair above the mead,
Singing, leaping and dancing
They enjoy pleasure no erring.
Don’t be obstinate but be firmed
To the proposal already affirmed,
Be content with what is your lot
Go to dual life when desire is hot.
Be not angry but feel lucky
Enjoy dual life and be happy. 0 0 0
Here I am Happy
Let him not persuade me to the path
Where joy, truth, beauty take birth,
Beyond this forever greenwood tree
No entertainment I need to happy be.
Neither to the celestial flowery garden
To be pleased setting all the burden,
Not to the rippling hilly spring sight
If there is no struggle for life to fight.
This is my dear, dear lovely world
A bliss, a gift from my great Lord,
A world full of both joy and pain
Which counts on life not in vain.
Here I’m happier with my men
Than the far off unknown Heaven. 0 0 0
You are my May-flower
Blooming fragrant in my bower,
Leaning petals upon petals
Are lovelier than precious metal.
Once in spring let be bloomed
Bearing same beauteous mould,
For my ever joy and pleasure
The joy that knows no measure.
For the entire remaining month
Your beauty melts off forth,
None gaze at you with wonder
None takes joy sitting under.
But I’m your ever true lover
In spring, in winter your overseer. 0 0 0
Rainbow, who makes you colourful
Who has made you so yellow?
Who gifts you so beauteous soul
Above the earth sky’s below?
Red, green, golden to look at
In the blue sky above so high,
While the sun is still in its hut
Driving your mate off not nigh.
You make a sky-round path
Across the north and south,
Emitting beauty, joy and mirth.
Keeping me out of my hearth.
If you are something like a god
Please take me up to your state,
Throwing away your wrath and rod
Please make me your ever mate.
If you are the bow of Ram
Sita’s spouse Ayudhaya’s king,
Or some others like the same
Please take birth once again.
Or if you are of Parshuram
To struggle against Khatriya,
And against Dasharatha’s son Rama
To overcome all to become mitra.
Thrice and more welcome to thee
Please rise up in my dark heart,
To give joy and pleasure to me
And to provide fresh mirth.
Friend, come out and let us enjoy
What a wonderful piece of work!
That can afford you incessant joy
To its silent song give ears and hark.
Again oh, my dear rainbow
Please don’t forget to meet me,
But my entreat to thee now
Don’t ask me price or fee.
Nothing I have to award you
Neither money nor a penny
But a heart with love not few
To feel gratitude not to deny. 0 0 0
For love of my motherland
I am always present here
We forever remain in bond
Never are we to go there.
How dear and lovely is my land
Where I am brought up to life
Though it is not of gold but of sand
Of mental manna, it is a hive.
Here I wish to spend all my days
Till comes my last and death
In its very beauteous sandy bay
I will play in joy and mirth.
Oh! You are my dear motherland
All your particles are gold not sand. 0 0 0
Dear God, punish me
With it percolate me
You are my God
Lord of all Lords.
Dear God, wield thy rod
It is my prayer hot
Thou art above all
Enforce my humble call.
Throw away from heaven
Still, thy grace is given
Me to arise again
A righteous life to begin.
Agonize me, oh my God
By the cross of our Lord
On behalf of my kind
And make me mild.
Strike me with thy stick
To solve my mistake
And make me transparent
Like Adam-Eve, our parents.
Hurt me, throw me away
Till I am astray
Away from gentle path
Till I am not in mirth.
Wound me, bleed me
It is my implore to thee
Till I am not he
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