Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran, God has placed a sorrow
Neath the Cedars of Lebanon
Allah Nazul, Allah Rakim
Lord, look down and mend our Broken Wings

In Thy Dark Hour
When Satan's wrath has looked upon and hooked upon
Thy Sacred Flower
Allah Nazul, Allah Rakim
Lord look down, mend our broken wings

And when the Nightingale sings his love song to the Rose
She'll come again,
clearer than she appears now
Veiled in blue, her feet upon the Moon

Thy Kingdom come on Earth as it is in Heaven
Thy will be done
Allah Nazul, Allah Rakim
Lord, look down, mend our Broken Wings
Ya bui, ya bui, oh mend our Broken Wings

And when the Nightingale sings her love song to the Rose
He'll come again, clearer than He appears now
Robed in White, borne as on a cloud
Ya bui, ya bui, oh my heart, oh my heart

Khalil Gibran