Ruth

Ruth Whose mudhouse is in silent dale? Who liveth in lane so desolate? Is this the house of saddest Ruth? From madding world thus isolate Oh I've seen her in cornfield She picks the sheaves of corn with girls Which gems are floating in her eyes Are these the tears or ocean pearls I think thou art from far off Land From this country not thou belong Thy wild wild eyes tell sacred tales Thy silent lips chant forlorn song I hail thee beauteous lonely lass I hail thee in the name of God Come out from leaves of holy book My heart is bound to thy love cord O listen me thou pious lass Mourn not mourn not remorseless fate In far off dale a nightingale With thousand anthems for thee wait My valleys cricket chirp for thee And so doth cuckoo in my dale While thou clad in black mourning dress While thou for thy late husband wail Oh look thou oh my sacred lass Inhale thou scented sacred gale Here breezes blow from earth to sky In oceans sing blue eyed mermaid While pheasants for thee fly to sky To bring moon goddess as thy maid Kind-hearted lass in Hamlet folks Thy labor's fruit thou distribute Thousands of rhymes for thee I write And gave thee thousand attributes I wish that in this sacred tale By heart and soul I contribute While God from heavens at thee looks And smiles while writing thy sweet lot While angels laugh in mirth and Glee Do same the stars in heavens heart O thou daughter of the Moab king! O thou symbol of sacred love! O cuckoo of Arabian sands?! O sacred Aqsa s holy dove Was it Naomi for whose sake Thou were better than seven sons I gaze sands of thy fatherland My heart in lanes of Juda runs His holy love brought thee from there He chosen thee for sacred cause Was thou whose son ruled airy dales? Was thou from whose line Jesus was? Ten verses of the Holy book(Bible, Psalms of David_first 10 verses) And ten and one from Morning Hours* ( Al Duha_ Quran) Tell story of thy sacred love Tell story of thy heart felt scars I vow by Sacred Hebrew psalms I vow by Sacred Bible leaves I vow by Sacred Al Quran I vow by Eden garden eves No one can beat thy lofty sons No one in this world thou can beat Thy sacred Mary smiles at thee Thy Jesus has in heaven seat Thy Maryam , Namal, Al Imran In deserts are like beauty sleet Oh thou the goddess of the vales In shades of Eden garden sleep