Pu Sung!

The valiant knight falls, 

The last leaf fell,

The fall, to Hmawngzungkai tell.

Lungthulien laments, Pherzawl groans;

Sakawrdai weeps, Sielmat mourns;

Muolhoi grieves, Jiribam wails;

A treasure lost and we are torn,

Our great leader, now dead and gone.

We cried for a cure,

Only to realise death is sure.

The end all mortals share,

The destiny we're all aware. 

A few more years we asked,

For the one we all hold dear.

Heaven takes the best they said

And hit us with the news we dread.

As he lay in his sick bed dying,

With every ounce of strength, uttered

"O most Glorious, I give Glory to Thee."

Never have such a victorious chant muttered.

As the knight enters the pearly gates

Oh my! A hero's welcome beckons

Welcomed by his long gone mates

And a "Well done, my child", I reckon.

Though absent from the body, 

He'll be rejoicing with the God he loves.

On this night in March (22), promoted to glory

His body but cold, in Beth El Khanan lay

His soul up in heaven above,

Present with the Lord.

He answered his master's final call

And now he's finally home.

Eventide

22 March, 2023