It is for the weariness of the path
One takes as living mortals,
The wind that blows swiftly
And the sky that turns gloomy.
It shall not be a day with the eyes sore
But a day one shall rise high,
The sky that welcomes a heart
With the showers of the God above.
For the sorrows caused to the beloved
Will never be a part one can remember.
The Heaven's doorman awaits
For the mortal that's beloved.
I shall not forget a day, the smile of the beloved,
I shall sing of you as you watch over
For I will be a companion when my leaves get dried
And we shall be together , Forever.
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