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
Copyright © Sabahat Batool | Year Posted 2023
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