The Night Of Nights

They  gathered round him where he lay

Upon a bed of dewy flowers :

A smile upon his lips did play,

His eyes were closed, as one should say

It was a sleep of dreamless hours.

The anguish and the pain were gone;

The light of peace upon him shone.

And some did sigh and some did

And there were some who stood apart;

There is a grief for words too deep –

A sorrow that can only creep

In silence of a broken heart.

And then some men and maidens sang;

In solemn tones echoes rang :

O Lord of Raghus, Raja Ram!

Saviour of sinners, Sita Ram!

Ishvara, Allah are thy names

Chanted in many a holy psalm.