Like a smiling lamplight You had been in heaven;
At whose aspiration did You descend?
To the delight of heart at every single moment,
You made frontiers blend with endlessness.
Alike unto Yourself no one else is there...
So much generosity, so much loving quantity...
Upon Your clavicle, sweetness on a string;
And at Your temples, the glory is dazzling.
Everyone's very own, everybody's darling,
Everyone's holy place that they are following...
Into the soul of all ever fit to be received,
Both in outer space and in sky of psyche.
At whose aspiration did You descend?
To the delight of heart at every single moment,
You made frontiers blend with endlessness.
Alike unto Yourself no one else is there...
So much generosity, so much loving quantity...
Upon Your clavicle, sweetness on a string;
And at Your temples, the glory is dazzling.
Everyone's very own, everybody's darling,
Everyone's holy place that they are following...
Into the soul of all ever fit to be received,
Both in outer space and in sky of psyche.
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Words cannot describe Your greatness or how much You mean to me.
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