God, make my words a firefly
God, make my conversation a butterfly
God, make my footsteps a path
God, make me fragrance of flowers
And blow me in the air.
God, smile like jasmine
God, make my eyes poems
God, make my poems a flock of birds
Flying to far away lands!
God, mother’s tears are priceless
Preserve them in misery’s locker
God, my portrait lying on the mantelpiece
Of time is dying
Decorate it in my children’s hearts
God, a girl has made a place in somebody’s heart
Let him too live in her heart
God, women’s bodies are becoming barren
Like heaps of sand
God, let them be fertile like harvests of wheat!
God, a tear from somewhere in my childhood
Is floating in both my eyes
God, make it flow now along with the rain
God, make my single tear flow along with the rain
God, cry and make me cry!
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