Bid me goodbye <br />Lord, <br />Bid me goodbye. <br />Gift me a warm tear, <br />Lay separation upon my palm, <br />And bid me goodbye. <br /> <br />Circle pain around my head, <br />With the sacred water of tears. <br />Then distribute this water <br />To every single lover in the world. <br />And Lord, if a dropp remains, <br />Gulp it yourself <br />And bid me goodbye. <br /> <br />Lord, at this time of farewell, <br />Let us declare the truth. <br />It is only if we give away pearls <br />That we receive separation. <br />Lord, now that this clay is bereft of separation <br />Set it free, <br />And bid me goodbye. <br /> <br />My mother died in my milk-years, <br />My father during childhood. <br />My beloved died in the season of youth, <br />And these cursed songs were born. <br />Now, O Lord, I entreat you, <br />Do not clutch my arm so tightly. <br />Bid me goodbye. <br />Gift me a warm tear, <br />Lay separation upon my palm, <br />And bid me goodbye<br /><br />Shiv Kumar Batalvi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/menu-vida-karo/
