O Poet your song invades the shuttered mind And all its darkest recesses are drawn Apart like suns illumining the blind. O Charioteer who drives us towards the dawn,
O Seer whose words enlighten all our hearts Voice in us the mantra to renew Our spirit's quest before the flesh departs. The earth cries out and God is overdue
In human habitats that house the soul. O sage impart to us the mother-tongue To read the words upon the sacred scroll And all the chants that lie within unsung
Give voice to lift our spirits to the skies Of God wherein man's only freedom lies.
Poems Undated (1727)
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