With the passing of years, my devout prayers,
Gradually rise up like the stalagmites in caves; -
Where the hermits meditate!
May the Lord's blessings shower down -
On me like the stalactites!
May the day when the both the stalagmite
and the stalactite meet,
Become the day of my deliverence!
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