Evening Prayer - محمد الشرماني | القصيدة.كوم

شاعر يمني ودكتور في اللسانيات، يكتب الشعر بالإنجليزية (1976-)


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Forgive me, O’ Lord, for my uncountable sins,
For I deceived birds hither and thither
And did it, too, to sparrows,
For killing lilies in routh to louth,
For not being unable to get my wrath,
On its own way to eternity,
For not being unable to be simple,
Like leaves on trees,
Let the water of Your Mercy water me,
And my soul with only Your mercy.

Forgive me, O’ Lord, for being not strong,
And let Your Strength strengthen me,
Let Your Power power me, as Your Power alone,
Can get me out of the so many thorns stabbing me!!
Let the tress tress me and walls wall me!!
Let Your White Hand hand me out of this dilemma,
Let Your Sacred Name be always on my lips and,
Let fears relinquish me and never come near me.

Forgive me, O’ Lord, for deceiving simple people,
Let the simple people forgive me, and clear my sins,
Of deceiving their simple-hearted wishes, like them,
Let me not do it again, for I am simple like them,
Let fancy fancy me when I am alone, reminding me of You,
And You alone.

O’ Lord, You created me and others,
Yet, so weak, so am I in this little shadow,
But so strong to call upon You, to reveal my weaknesses,
To You alone, Who can look upon my simple inner,
And outer for both are Yours,
O’ God, let Your Mightiness find my pieces,
And let It piece me again and again,
To be always connected to You.

Forgive me O’ Lord, for being unable,
To have a kiss of the hidden moon, and pray there,
Let my heart sing only of Your Word,
Orchestrate me into it; tunes and tones,
Let those wild be far from me, I fear You,
And cannot get on well with them,
Let the cruel get out of my harvesting power,
If not like me, let me be alone and only alone.

Forgive me O’ Lord, for being not secure,
And You only know my heart: so pure,
O’ cure me, for no cure like Yours can cure,
Let me secure and secure me against those,
Who compel me to do evil deeds, who try,
To shrink my faith, and get it strong, get it alive,
Get my soul not to sleep and miles are there,
To step so fast, to feed, to lead, to wade and glade,
The unknown jungles among fearful and dreadful creatures,
Yet with seagulls diving me along to Your secure shore!!







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