The Despondent Cries of a Sorrowing Heart

The Despondent Cries of a Sorrowing Heart,

Weeping at Dawn in Exile and Separation

In the early morn waft breezes of manifestation;

Awake, my eyes at the break of day!

Seek grace at the divine court!

For sinners, morning is the time of repentance;

Awake, my heart, at the dawn!

Repent, seek forgiveness, at the divine court!

Morning is a resurrection; sleeping or wakeful, all things glorify their Maker;

My bemused soul, plunged in slumbers of neglect! When will you awake?

For all living beings a century-long lifetime is a journey to the grave.

Arise and pray! Supplicate like the evocative plaints of the flute.

Say: O Lord! I’m contrite, abashed, ashamed at my numberless sins;

I’m wretched, abased, in tears at my inconstant life;

I’m a stranger, alone, weak, powerless, ailing, helpless, old;

I’m bereft of will, I seek clemency, forgiveness, succour at the divine court!