Sorrow hid my soul in night Grief, the bitter fruit of me And all the woes of earth drew near As I sat beneath the Banyan tree.
Laughter, music, beauty gone, Hate and war and genocide Engulfed the world and human tears Formed rivers of pain when honour died.
The arts were made a mockery Of twisted passions and human greed, Lust ruled the continents of man And sown in earth the demon seed
Flourished as evil's reign began. There was no hope and few did hear The voice of sages who could see The end of darkness drawing near.
My offering not strong enough I wept and prayed to no avail But then I heard a flute-like sound And knew creation would not fail
For One had come to lift again The fallen spirit and to slay The demon forces in their lair And open to us a brighter day.
Poems Undated (1727)
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