That blessed melody of soul

That blessed melody of soul,
you sing, my lord till the wings
Of flowers turn pearly white
in splendid splendour 

of blooming.

Weaving the hopes

 once buried deep 
beneath the inner

 realm of deserts

though burning 

as fire woods 
in deafening silence.

Fragrance in deep
from heavenly murmur

of rain
albeit fades bleating of sheep 

Weary hearts may be withered
yet our warming hearts 

of cold 
rush to exile of eternity.



Based on Hymns of Soloman.