Fakeer of Jungheera 1.6
On to the altar, and scatter the flower,
Sweeten the path as ye wander along;
On to the altar;—another blest hour
Brings to her spirit the Kinnura's song.
Bright be the halo that circles her brow,
Thornless the rose on her bosom she bears;
Spread thy broad pinion now over her,
Thou Lord of the tempest, who hushest our cares.
Gay are the gardens that she shall inherit,
Blossoms that bloom there are golden and bright,
When like a ring-dove her heaven-bound spirit,
Stretcheth its wings for that region of light.
Amaranths are budding in those sunny vales,
Crystal and amber are sparkling around;
Fragrance delicious is borne on the gales,
Music enchanting breathes soft in each sound.
Fountains are falling in melody rare,
Harpers celestial respond to their strain;
Stars are the lamps of the palaces there,
Triumphant in splendour, that never can wane.
Rainbows undying their colours display
Cloudless and clear in that beautiful sky;
Joys are immortal, hopes never decay,
Onward from glory to glory they fly!
Such is the boon that to her shall be given;
Myriads of ages for her are in store;
She shall enjoy all the blessings of heaven,
Till heaven, and its blessings themselves are no more.
Happy! thrice happy! thus early to leave
Earth and its sorrows, for heaven and its bliss!
Who that hath known it at parting would grieve
Quitting a world so disastrous as this?
Happy! thrice happy! thy lord shall there meet thee.
Twined round his heart shalt thou ever remain,
Happy! bright angels are longing to greet thee,
Tuned are their harp-strings, and ready their strain.
On to the altar, and scatter the flower,
Sweeten the path as ye wander along;
On to the altar! another blest hour
Brings to her spirit the Kinnura's song.