A Lover Speaks to the Hearers of his Songs in Coming Days
Reading tools
Contents
Search
Display
Soundscape
Focus mode
Listen
Offline
Save
Collection
p. 41
A LOVER SPEAKS TO THE HEARERS OF HIS SONGS IN COMING DAYS
O, WOMEN, kneeling by your altar rails long hence,
When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air
And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense;
Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song,
Till the Attorney for Lost Souls cry her sweet cry,
And call to my beloved and me: "No longer fly
Amid the hovering, piteous, penitential throng."
Ask PRATIBHA about this text
Answers quote this scripture directly and show their sources.
Reflect on this passage
Only you can see these notes. They stay on this device.