Little Venice, London

by Jaihoon

‘Cry, cry and cry
Ah! Your Lord is indeed seeing you cry!’

So many roses come in praise,
A single thorn but makes my pain rise

Everywhere around is the sound of fame,
From a silent corner is the daunt of shame

What is there in my power-
To change the color of this averse flower?

Everywhere in the garden,
Is the talk of this Nightingale.
But this Rose still counts me,
Among the dwellers of hell.

My world is full of joy
Yet I know not why I cry
No matter what I try
My eyes get not dry

My heart was shattered
In pieces was it scattered
When with the Shining Sword
Was I badly battered

What is the worth
of all the success I’ve had?
When in those Fearful Eyes
I appear like a devil bad

For gold and riches,
Have I no appeal.
Yes, my love for those Him-Loving Eyes-
Ah! This I wish not to conceal.

For hours and hours
I was in tears…
Looking for one among my folks
A caring heart that my sorrow hears

A voice then came from my dear mentor
Much relief did it for me render-

‘Cry, cry Jaihoon
Cry, cry my little one…

Your Lord indeed sees you cry
He is not deaf or blind
Towards every slave
Is He unbelievably kind.

With the warmth of every tear
That like blood flows is He familiar

‘Cry, cry and cry
And let your eyes be never dry.

First melt heart your own
With the fruits of what I’ve sown
The remedy for rest
From Him will be shown.