Sacred to the memory of Mayil, relict of the late Johannes Mirzakhan Moses
Born at Bushire [Bushehr, Iran]
Many a stormy sea I've traversed,
Many a tempest shock have known;
Have been driven, without anchor,
On the barren shore and lone.
Yet I now have found a haven,
Never moved by tempest shock,
Where my soul is safe for ever,
In the blessed Rifted Rock.
Born at Bushire [Bushehr, Iran]
Many a stormy sea I've traversed,
Many a tempest shock have known;
Have been driven, without anchor,
On the barren shore and lone.
Yet I now have found a haven,
Never moved by tempest shock,
Where my soul is safe for ever,
In the blessed Rifted Rock.
Sacred to the memory of Mayil, relict of the late Johannes Mirzakhan Moses
Born at Bushire [Bushehr, Iran]
Many a stormy sea I've traversed,
Many a tempest shock have known;
Have been driven, without anchor,
On the barren shore and lone.
Yet I now have found a haven,
Never moved by tempest shock,
Where my soul is safe for ever,
In the blessed Rifted Rock.
Born at Bushire [Bushehr, Iran]
Many a stormy sea I've traversed,
Many a tempest shock have known;
Have been driven, without anchor,
On the barren shore and lone.
Yet I now have found a haven,
Never moved by tempest shock,
Where my soul is safe for ever,
In the blessed Rifted Rock.
