Everything is measured out in the cycle of life
there is nothing that you do not provide or know of,
You have the knowledge of the antelope that dies when the hunter's shot resounds
even of the hunter that falls to a predator,
about the labourer's misery, his work and sweat,
about the seedlings sprouting after the rain,
about the fruit-trees that do flower in spring
and there is unending love in Your will and in Your decree,
there is nothing that you do not provide or know of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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