The Night Of Nights
They gathered round him where he lay
Upon a bed of dewy flowers :
A smile upon his lips did play,
His eyes were closed, as one should say
It was a sleep of dreamless hours.
The anguish and the pain were gone;
The light of peace upon him shone.
And some did sigh and some did
And there were some who stood apart;
There is a grief for words too deep –
A sorrow that can only creep
In silence of a broken heart.
And then some men and maidens sang;
In solemn tones echoes rang :
O Lord of Raghus, Raja Ram!
Saviour of sinners, Sita Ram!
Ishvara, Allah are thy names
Chanted in many a holy psalm.