Thou, in Thy Infinite magnificence, hast fulfilled our prayers,
For now, that we shalt be
Risen by Thy Loving, Blessed Child,
Until we merge into Thee.
Oneself with Thee, The Creator of entirety,
Dreams of our longing, shalt now be true,
Nothing, canst stop our restlessness,
Until us, shalt Thee, accrue.
Our desires of perishable materials,
Shalt now end,
Realised, shalt now, we be,
For Thou, our wishes, will mend.
Gratitude, shalt always pour out from our hearts, humble and mild,
Towards Thy Blessed Child,
For guiding us into Oneself with Thee,
Thy Child, now amidst us on this Holy path, jocund are we.
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