Like a sun glowing through the day, Like a bird guiding the way, A soul that shows the life a way, A love that never goes away, Relic of God’s mercy on earth, Yet a man knows not her worth, Out in the world, facing defeat, He goes to her, in his retreat, Yet again he forsakes her, The horrors of world lead him to her, From the cradle to his ripe age, She guides him in every age, O the poet of the hymn, Pay heed before it’s time, Crying before the headstone, Regretting for having a heart of stone, Make peace with your guardian angel, Before there comes, end of her vigil. Muhammad Osama Yousuf 6 th May 2014