In my throbs,

The lub dubs produce,

Due to your name.

My gazes,

Can see the globe,

Due to your merciful river.

My ears,

Can hear the mouthpieces,

Due to your merciful river.

My intellect can speculate,

My soles can roam,

My membrane senses the planet,

I am existing,

Due to your merciful river.

My nose can scent and breath,

My tongue contain flavour buds,

Due to your mercy.

Oh my lord!

There is something in the globe,

Because of your Generosity.

The earth rotating around the sun,

The moon shines at night,

The sun twinkles at day time,

Due to your compassion.

Your merciful river,

Flowing everywhere.

~ Mery Ruaid