Order Me, My Lord!

Order me, My Lord!

Do not hesitate; not at all,

Not even for a moment,

Here is your servant—

Right beneath your jaws—

Born by fate to serve you,

So long as my bones keep me standing,

So long as my breath continues.

Order me, My Lord!

Do not hesitate; not at all,

You were born in the Castle

With full of lights and joy,

I was pushed out in the cowshed,

In the darkness of barking dogs.

And for you, Born in the heaven,

Why should I not run?

Why should I not bow?

For you, my Lord by birth.

I've read millions of pages,

Exhausted thousand refills,

Travelled across the worlds,

Spent sleepless nights,

Yet if I can't get the title

You're conferred even before your birth,

Who said you are an ordinary seed?

And why should I not run for you?

Why should I not bow before you?

For you, my Lord by birth.

Born on two hemispheres,

Of life's darkness and light;

You were born to rule,

While I was to serve.

And why should I not run?

Why should I not bow?

For you, my Lord by birth.