Cry
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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