In the heart of grief..

In the heart of grief,

Facing the eye of Lord,

I weep on the demise,

Of my faithful love.

Oh! How I cherished it, since it was a seed,

And the way I nourished it, into a massive tree,

So that it could hold strong against the angry winds,

And bloom among the flowers of springs.

So today, my Lord, give me strength to witness its doomed death.

Its hollow trunk and leaves which are shed,

Barely, a morsel of life left,

I die with my love, and I know death is ahead.

Is it possible that my heart stops to beat, my Lord,

When, I live like a walking corpse?

Is it possible that the world around me is black and white,

When, it is glistening in rainbow colours for all?

Oh lord! I do not curse the day when I was struck with Cupid’s blow,

Because it was the wound I was happy to take.

But today, my Lord, my soul proceeds toward the deathly gallows,

For the mistake I was destined to make.

But I want to live, oh heaven’s Lord,

To show the world what I am capable of.

Because I do not fear the death of love,

It is the love of death that I am scared of.

Well, it is a strange feeling, my Lord,

When you can’t locate the source of pain,

Still, your body is on fire,

Burning with a desire to remain.

So, give me strength, my Lord,

To be the master of it and along,

Because no tear is left to show you my grief,

And no heart remains to nurture another tree.