Cry you not, my little girl Cry you not, oh, please, dont do it Feels your warm, tell her How beautiful and lovable is your Maker. O, Mountains of High and Rocks of Strength They called you, inhabitance of gods I beg, give me a favor, Tell my favorite about your Former. When she sees your height and Feels your strength, tell her How great and strong is your Designer. O, Wind of Tenderness and Storm of Wrath They called you, The voice of the Most High I beg, give me a favor, Tell the love of my heart about your Owner. When she sees your wrath and Feels your tenderness, tell her How just and merciful is your Commander O, Fire of Heat and Light of Destruction They called you, gift of gods I beg, give me a favor Tell the life of my heart about your Provoker. When she sees your power and Feels your heat, tell her How powerful and reliable is your Father
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24 เมษายน 2547 15:30 น. - comment id 253453
Great poem and great poet,,,my story teller.
24 เมษายน 2547 18:02 น. - comment id 253510
O, Fire of Heat and Light of Destruction They called you, gift of gods I beg, give me a favor ชอบจังค่ะ เก่งจังเลย ตบมือให้นะคะ
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