Honoured Well
As I was dripped away by the warm waters
At the shoreAnd yet another spring has arrived
Maxims glory on God I nurtured
Ruined and annihilatied my piousness
The cornored self in the vent of a pure love
Murmured gently the illness and agony
The ocean mixed with the crimson red
Of the morning sunrise
Lying down with a bare feet and cried
He is a saint of a smile with curls
And the plume brigtened his face glory
I was honoured well and I cried
I cried and cried...
I can only glorify him
and no other task will fit me...
All in all I can only Glorify my Saint
My Lord and my Beloved
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