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May your teachings live long!
How shall I express my praises?
To the rain, I will sing thy sacred song.
To the mighty thunder, I will shout thy graces!
For you, within the fire, I will fan the flame of devotion.
(I will whisper your wonders to the wind.)
To Mother Earth, I will beat your vibration.
The sun, itself, will hear my din!
I will scream to the sky!
Every celestial body and alien-insect-thing
Will bow, as I testify
To the glory of your silly being!
How shall I express my praises?
To the rain, I will sing thy sacred song.
To the mighty thunder, I will shout thy graces!
For you, within the fire, I will fan the flame of devotion.
(I will whisper your wonders to the wind.)
To Mother Earth, I will beat your vibration.
The sun, itself, will hear my din!
I will scream to the sky!
Every celestial body and alien-insect-thing
Will bow, as I testify
To the glory of your silly being!
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