Make our songs your anchor. My home is dependent on mercy. Men and women are saved by your hands. Will you save me? Make our songs your anchor. You only accept great song and gather to yourself those who please you. This message was repeated over and over again until we gave in. This is the story of the penitent. I have lost much to you. Set your anchor in our home in ruins.
In the book of Ezekiel, the Prophecy of New Jerusalem (or City (where) God (is) there (יְהוָה שָׁמָּה, Jehovah-shammah),John of Patmos watches the descent of the New Jerusalem from God in a 14th century tapestry.
Majhi saban badariya je lo, majhi de upakar,mai dar bajat majhi sur mar ghirva,repeat, le nagari sudh aare hath var le eitan gali mai je lo kaman ram majhi saban badariya je lo. Boatman, the clouds of rain have arrived. Now hear their appeal. I fear their thunder surrounding the earth boatman take me to the other side. The countryman pleads for a way out of his home. Help me to overcome these road blocks for I wish to do no harm. Boatman look the clouds of rain arrived today when will you take me to that side?