O Lord! the ball of the sky in the curve of the polo of thine be: The place of existence and of dwelling the space of the plain of thine be!
The tress of the Lady of Victory is enamored with thy standard-tassel: The eye of eternity without end, the lover of the galloping of thine be!
O thou that the writing of Mercury is the description of thy pomp! Reason of all the Toghra-writer of the book of thine be!
Thy cypress-like stature became the shame of the splendor of the Tuba, The envy of lofty paradise, the plain of the hall of thine be.
Not alone animals and vegetation and things inorganic; Whatever is in the world of order, under the order of thine be.
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