(1096) Eso eso mor maru hiyate
Into my desert-heart come, please come
To make green, make flowers blossom,
And fill with sweetness.
Not a single bloom or fruit is there in me,
No offering with which to worship Thee.
By Your touch, full of sap a barren tract will be;
Come, please come, to clothe me in beauty.
Upon scorching sand applying Your blessing,
You make it cool... more and more coolness You bring.
By Your touch and sweet thought-stream,
You suffuse vitality with honey.
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He makes flowers blossom in a desert. He makes a desert flourish.
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