Thy soul was filled with anger, loss and pain,
Thy piercing eyes were scourging with rancor:
What then shall come from this despise, disdain?
But a bitter tongue and heart of horror;
Thy mind was gorged with teeming agony,
Thy cup was sour, thy heavy burden laid;
What does thy heart seek but mere harmony?
Thy desires were wicked, thy debt unpaid;
Yet Love abounds beyond thy human scope;
This alien grace unfetters thy chains,
Paying thy ransom, restoring thy hope,
As the Conqueror, the Almighty reigns;
Now rise from thy ashes, purge out thy scorn
Exalt thy Deliverer with flute and horn!
- N. Bardakjian