Heal Sadar Hills, O Lord
Lunminthang Haokip *
Pineapple grows beautifully at Jangnomphai; Sadar Hills.
1. On the fringes of the valley,
At the foot of slope-lands hilly,
On the edges of districts eight,
Winding stretches of land God did create;
That tribes that fill may do His will
And thrive as folks of Sadar Hills.
The land is fertile and lovely,
The sand's gift from God heavenly;
The fables are nice and varied.
The people are wise and learned;
But hopes and things can't really click,
Unless Sadar Hills's full a District.
2. Lord, you gave all to Sadar Hills,
With pure water the streams you fill;
That drinking it hearts may love drill,
But 'stead, blood flows when ire kills:
Sin-stained mean minds part in discord.
With grace, heal Sadar Hills O Lord.
3. Settlers may of diverse tongues speak,
Evil-doers, in bad ways may peak;
The poor in grief may pity seek,
The rich do shift, future being bleak;
But all they need's to first repent
That God to wrath may not give vent.
4. No good thing will heaven withhold.
From them that walketh uprightly;
If our desire's not in our hold,
Our ways God had not hailed highly;
So that we may soon get what's due,
Let’s pray and with tears wet the pew.
Author : Lunminthang Haokip(2005)
Tune: Seigoumang Lhouvum
Vocalist: C. Lalhmingmawii
* Poem written by Lunminthang Haokip, frequent contributor to e-pao.net .
You can contact the Poet at lunminthang(dot)haokip(at)gmail(dot)com or his blog here
This poem was webcasted on August 09 2011.
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