O God
You know why I saw the company,
Not through my seizures but my acts,
Not throughout the energies but by myself.
O God
You consider the waking and dying separate,
The resurrection is fine, is expelling, is resolute,
But I found the countries in turmoil and tumult.
O God
My aim is my alms, come to the river of heat
So water wakes up the soul from shivering coldness,
So I can call out the prayer and prostration.
O God
Where are my premises tonight when the udders
Are clean and wiped with deadly fingers of work?
I have milk in abundance like in heaven and earth.
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