Their blessed scars shall be admired br Nor the Hellenic tears, the rivers, be dried br That artillery redeems the desire's disgrace br When hell's last chain tortures and they face br br There rose ethereal tunes of song br Riding in submarine bright, very strong br Fight round her, definitely glorified br Mother Theresa, moon-like, a far-moving tide br br Of regret and memory; inside her, each alone br White against black of storm, an angel, she is known br At root and water of this, who flung this flame br May her familiars grow to shun prodigal name br br When at last they challenged poisonous hearts to the fray br And in a League of Truth, The Almighty God grant they may br And let solemn prayers hosts together bring br In Manila, they receive the fellowship of love-givingbr br Ahmad Shiddiqibr br