Classic Poem

Now, even now, O Lord, forgive me.
Forgive my sins, destroy all doubts, and keep me close beside Thee.
Seat me beneath the tree that thou hast fashioned, where there is neither sun nor shade.
Where is neither moon nor sun, nor day nor wind, nor eve nor morning.
Give me to taste immortal fruit, a bed perfumed with fragrance.
From age to age give me the state changeless unending: this is my request of Thee.
Life's feverish ills no drug can banish: let heir and family be all removed.
O tell me, Darya, of the root of happiness, where does the matchless floweret bloom?