Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Tears of Kurds, Tears of the Lord


 

 
 

Kurdish folk, wandering folk.

Disconsolate folks who don't have earthly home.

Kurdish folk, indignant folk.
Folks that have long been rejected.

 
Trodden, crushed,
and you revolt against them.

You sing and fight.
fight and sing.

O sons of Kurd
My rejected sons

My heart weeps, when thinking of you.

Poor sons,
 
You are shouting, for not knowing His love
You are shouting, for seeking His love.

Sons, come here.
We won't attack you.

Come here, dear.
You can release your weapons,
for here is a safe place.

 
My beloved sons,

Come here,
Come near to us


Now the dinner table is ready for you.

We will welcome you with open arms.

 
Tears of Kurd,
 Tears of the Lord.

Healing of Kurd,
 Joys of the Lord.