Tri Budhi Sastrio
O God, O Father, You have an absolute right
To do everything what You want to do on me.
I surrender totally from the very beginning to
The end, no reserve, no preserve, nothing all.
Only You and it is You, O Lord, can manage
My life, either in a happiness or in a sorrow,
It is up to You, the God, it is up to you the Lord.
Long time ago, a prophet says the same thing,
It is up to You, it is up to You, O the God Lord,
That at the end there will be a hope, a big hope,
Waiting to comfort all soul in the eternity realm.
Let's read and listen carefully what the prophet
Says, in all lament and full of sorrow actually,
But at the end there is a hope, a hope of eternity.
I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
By him I have been made to go in the dark where there is no light.
Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
Even when I send up a cry for help, he keeps my prayer shut out.
He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
He is like a bear waiting for me, like a lion in secret places.
By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
With his bow bent, he has made me the mark for his arrows.
He has let loose his arrows into the inmost parts of my body.
I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
My soul is sent far away from peace,
I have no more memory of good.
And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.
My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
This I keep in mind, and because of this I have hope.
Yes, there is a big hope so I also have hope
And this is not only ease but also comfort me.
Thank You God, thank you Lord, thank you.
(tbs-kas/sda-23122024-087853451949)
When the title of this poem is inserted to the browser of AIPG, the following poem shows up.
In my heart, a flame of hope burns bright and true,
A beacon of light, in darkest nights, it shines through.
With every step, my spirit soars, my soul takes flight,
For I have hope, that's enough to make things right.
In the face of adversity, I stand tall and strong,
For I know that hope will see me through, all day long.
It's the fuel that drives me, the fire that ignites,
And in its embrace, I find solace and peace tonight.
I have hope, a gift from above,
A source of strength, a symbol of love.
It's the anchor that keeps me grounded and true,
And in its power, I find my purpose, anew.
So let the winds of change howl and rage,
For I have hope, and it's all the rage.
In its warm embrace, I find my home,
And with hope, I know I'll never be alone.
When the terms such as 'prophet, misery, soul, eternity,' are added, then the result is
In the depths of my soul, a fire burns bright
A beacon of hope, in the darkest of night
A prophet of dreams, a voice that declares
The misery of now, is but a fleeting scar
For my soul, a vessel of eternity
A wellspring of strength, a sea of serenity
In the abyss of time, a star is born
A shining light, that forever adorns
The misery of life, a test of faith
A trial by fire, a proving of our worth
But in the end, a brighter day will break
And the soul, forever will awake
Eternity, a realm of pure delight
A place of peace, where love and joy unite
Where the soul, in sweet repose, does find
A refuge from the misery of mankind
So let us hold on, to hope and faith
And let the prophet's voice, be our guide and path
For in the end, we'll find our way to eternity
And the misery of life, will be but a distant memory.
So what do you think? Which one is better? Kasidi or AI? Let's move forward a little bit by adding two terms i.e 'Kasidi and AI and no' and see what happens.
In the depths of my soul, a glimmer of hope resides,
A prophet of dreams, a beacon of light inside.
Through trials and strife, I find solace in the divine,
A misery of life, but a promise of eternity's shine.
Kasidi, the wind whispers secrets of the universe,
Ai, the digital dawn, a new world to immerse.
In the darkness of night, I find solace in the light,
A prophet of hope, a beacon in the darkest of sight.
The misery of my heart, a testament to the soul,
Eternity's embrace, a promise to unfold.
The Kasidi of my mind, a symphony of thought,
Ai, the future's gleam, a world yet to be brought.
A good rhyming poem indeed, but what does it mean by saying 'the Kasidi of mind'? Is that a symphony of thought'? It can be ... hehehe ... it can be ...
