The Birthday Offering
The immortal masterpiece
Designed in absolute bliss.
''The stream of love
Murmur into soft music.''
When at the end of the day
The weight of the coffins fell where I lay
Thy mercy brought me to thy door-
My fevered forehead was caressed
By thy affectionate touch.
And my arid heart
Calmed by thy honeyed words.
Those memories are wafted today
On thy birthday.
Empty is my hand
To repay you enormously today
I have only these verses and good wishes
To sing in delightful tunes and sweet kisses.
This is my humble offering
I have no other precious thing
I bow down to you Mother
Again and again at your feet.
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