Classic Poem

Lord, this my prayer: forget me not.
In this hour bring me to shore, Lord. This is my prayer forget me not.
The world's waters are mirage, whereof there is no bound, no end.
Therein I am sore vexed with troubles, helpless, forsaken and forlorn.
The honour of all, who seek their refuge, the merciful of this world maintain.
Thou art Eternal Grace and Mercy, grant me, O Providence, Thine aid.
In actions, wealth, in greed and longing, let not the mind of Mehar be snared.
Let him pay no heed to Earth or heaven: the vision of Thee alone he craves.