I will loan you, for a brief period,
An offspring of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives,
What's more, grieve for when he's dead.
It might be six or seven years,
Or on the other hand twenty-a few.
Be that as it may, will you, till I get back to him,
Deal with him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to hearten you,
Furthermore, should his stay be brief.
You'll have his flawless recollections,
As comfort for your pain.
I can't guarantee he will remain,
Since all from earth return.
In any case, there are lessons instructed down there,
I need this tyke to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In look for educators genuine.
Furthermore, from the throngs that group life's paths,
I have chosen you.
Presently will you give him all your adoration?
Nor think the work vain.
Nor abhor me when I come
To take him home once more?
I liked that I heard them say,
'Dear Lord, Thy will be finished!'
For all the delights Thy tyke might bring,
The danger of distress we'll run.
We'll shield him with delicacy,
We'll cherish him while we may,
Also, for the joy we've known,
Always thankful remain.
Be that as it may, should the heavenly attendants call for him,
Much sooner than we've arranged.
We'll overcome the intense misery that comes,
What's more, attempt to get it.
