Fair Lady of the Hill (A tribute to Lalsangzuali Sailo)

Fair Lady of the Hill,

Now you lie calm and still.

But though no words now you speak,

Your message shines for all who seek;

For those in the darkness who grope,

A message of love and hope.

Beauty, true and pure resounded in thy soul,

Soothing melody, calm, pure and whole

Flowed from thine lips, God's gift

Broken souls to heal and lift.

We wish you would stay yet a while

So that praises on you we would pile,

For thou never received all your due,

Nay, though your soul shined with brightest hue.

But then onward must you go

To thine heavenly home above.

From there your prayers for us would flow,

A prayer for peace and of truest love.

And onward, we too shall slowly stumble,

And many a time for lack of faith fumble.

But then our spirits shall turn to thee

And our faith shall once again be freed.

Our leaking cup of hope thou wilt fill

Even though now you lie calm and still;

Thank you, Fair Lady of the Hill.