Oh! Those ancient days
Of joy peace and love
Again buried…buried
Oh, where are you prophets?
The bliss and grace gained;
Those blissful men of prayers,
Here finds its tomb in dark
Will they rise again and again?
The ancient graceful lives
Who shed their blood for land
Now mourn again so deep
Oh, lost the land thy soul
Will it bring back those splendid
days again to grant the joy?
Will there ever be bliss again?
Oh prophets, tell me now,
Well the dawn is  near or far…
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI