حديث
عن الام بالانجليزي
حديث عن الام بالانجليزي
MOTHER'S
CERTIFICATION
Godly Queen
with mother's flanks,
Listen to
the bitter supplication
Widows with
few deniers
Whose sons
are your prisoners:
If you want
that
God loves
you
And forgive
the jailer himself,
Pray for a
salutary fear
For all the
prisoners of the king!
It is said
that we saw tears
In your
soft, unarmed looks;
that
God make
these tears fall.
On a front
heavy with our misfortunes.
Relieve the
earth in madness;
Pour in
clemency;
And pray
from heavenly dread
For all the
prisoners of the king!
Because it's
your children, madam,
Adopted at
the bottom of your soul,
When they
are free,
Stowed under
your golden branch;
Remind the
royal hate
What they do
one day from their chains;
And pray
cautiously
For all the
prisoners of the king!
Do not feel
your guts
Shiver with
fresh funerals
Whose
pavements are mourning?
He is
already big the coffin!
Nobody killed
your daughters;
Give us
whole families:
Pray with a
frightened maternal
For all the
prisoners of the king!
As
Esmer knelt
And saintly
humiliated
Between the
people and the executioner,
Recall the
sword in the sheath;
Your
soldiers go head down.
The blood is
heavy, the hate weary:
Pray with
fearful fear
For all the
prisoners of the king!
Do not
suffer your hedgerows
Change into
lugubrious cages;
All man's
work is incomplete;
It is in
vain that we tend the net,
In front of
those who keep their wings.
For one day
yours are beautiful,
Pray for an
angelic dread
For all the
prisoners of the king!
Mrs ! the
jails are full;
The air is
lacking for so many breaths;
Our children
come out dead!
Where does
remorse begin?
If it is
more beautiful than innocence,
May he help
the power,
And pray for
an ardent fear
For all the
prisoners of the king!
It's hunger,
believe our tears,
Who,
feverish, sharpened their weapons.
You do not
understand hunger:
She kills,
we rebel finally! O you! whose milk is still flowing.
Our dried-up
breast implores you:
Pray for a
charitable fear
For all the
prisoners of the king!
See how the
Providence
Confound the
oppressive imprudence;
As she opens
with her torches,
Bastilles
and tombs;
Freedom is
his breath
Who of a
rock makes a plain:
Pray for a
prophetic fear
For all the
prisoners of the king!
When our
cries rekindle the war,
Heart
without mercy finds hardly any;
The man who
has not forgiven anything;
Is seen by
the abandoned man;
Bloody
names, in the other life,
His terror
goes on;
Pray for an
innocent fear
For all the
prisoners of the king!
Queen ! who
say your prayers,
Women !
whose eyelid chaste
Know how to
read in the book of
God ;
By the evils
that he reads in this place.
By the cross
that bleeds and forgives,
By the high
power he gives you:
Queen ! pray
with humble fear
For all the
prisoners of the king!
Before the
changing crown,
God engraved
on your angel's forehead,
Like an imperishable
gift: "Love, love, forgiveness, forgiveness!"
Dove sent to
the storm,
Blow these
words into their courage:
And pray
with all our dread,
For all the
king's prisoners.
Redouble
your divine examples,
Mrs ! the
most beautiful temples.
It is the
heart of the people; enter it!
The king of
kings has chosen him well.
You! whom we
loved as his mother,
Weigh our
bitter pleading.
And pray for
a sublime fright
For all the
prisoners of the king!
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