Wednesday, July 16, 2014

To grave

(60)  Tomar jinis tomake diyechi

Your creature I am consigning to You.
Lord, receive Your own onto Your lap.

Tearfully, I am entrusting; mournfully, I am enduring—
My only solace is that You accept Your own.

Everyone who has come is remaining—
In the infinite they exist even now.
Nevertheless we feel bereaved, bereaved;
Forgetting how great You are, we worry and weep.

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