(A poem dedicated to Albert Gengoukhup Mate on the 5th Death Anniversary)
Deep within in my heart of hearts I feel –
Voices of love and sorrow whispering –
In echoes – distinct, urgent, soft and sweet,
Which pierce me through and every corner of my heart.
Voices of love and sorrow whispering –
In echoes – distinct, urgent, soft and sweet,
Which pierce me through and every corner of my heart.
Up above, in the depts of the darkling night,
Saw I a star – singing and dancing in the troubled skies;
One betrothed to mankind, a lost nation and a wretched home,
Oh! “what a beauty – what a divine gift” said I.
Saw I a star – singing and dancing in the troubled skies;
One betrothed to mankind, a lost nation and a wretched home,
Oh! “what a beauty – what a divine gift” said I.
But then – wayward and haywire, red and oblivious –
A star approached and struck my star into extinction;
In vain – I mourned and wailed for the star but in tears,
Alas! My star shall shine again no more in the night.
A star approached and struck my star into extinction;
In vain – I mourned and wailed for the star but in tears,
Alas! My star shall shine again no more in the night.
When I take this to reason in my thought of thoughts,
Weary is me for travelers – bound for Pilgrim “Home”;
For the gift of heavens rejected and light denied,
While the night is set deep and dawn – still afar.
Weary is me for travelers – bound for Pilgrim “Home”;
For the gift of heavens rejected and light denied,
While the night is set deep and dawn – still afar.
O thou, Star of sorrow and Star of night,
Rest thou in peace – in the solace of thy earthly fate;
For thou art put into the shoes of the “Morning Star”,
And shalt thou shine by His side in eternity.
Rest thou in peace – in the solace of thy earthly fate;
For thou art put into the shoes of the “Morning Star”,
And shalt thou shine by His side in eternity.
As I gaze up into the abyss of the solid night,
Tracing to trails – down to the future of my years;
I’m not sure I want to walk past and trek
Through the strange valleys and horizons that I know.
Tracing to trails – down to the future of my years;
I’m not sure I want to walk past and trek
Through the strange valleys and horizons that I know.
By: Man of Sorrow
