The day covers the chasing night although I cry.
My record of how I remember my sins will show I cry.
The beauty of nature surrounds me at times, the cherry blossoms bloom.
As my sadness overwhelms me and I shiver as they blow, I cry.
The cold rooms where I work fill with music.
While people make tracing lines and patterns of shadow, I cry.
The cala lilies bloom with their arching blossoms.
The daffodils come out again, yellow. I cry.
What mistakes I work out their inevitable conclusions.
The peace I once felt left nothing but an echo. I cry.
Forgive me my sadness and my misery in life.
“Death Thou art with me. My cup overflows, “ I cry.
The words a flock of birds that taunt and fall.
I watch my heart as it drops beneath each blow. I cry.
Oh LORD, Pardon another bitter Hamidah in this regrettable mood.
You are my only love. Tell no one how you know I cry.
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