Make Love To Me

Make love to me, O God the Merciful
and fill the void in my body and soul,
I have grown weary of the emptiness!

Ravish me till I become softer than
plaster in a gifted sculptor’s busy hands
and mold me simpler like a child again!

Make me bleed, O my Lord the Omniscient, so I
may shed the poison, accumulated in my blood!

The evil ignorance that determined
the final worth of our life here on earth
has lured me too far away from Your holy grail!

Like a wise bard* aptly sang centuries ago,
except You enthrall me, I can never be free,
nor ever chaste unless my Lord, You ravish me.

* John Donne (1572 – 1631 AD)