"O thou who art a young tree in the Garden of the Love..." |
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1 | O thou who art a young tree in the Garden of the Love of God! |
2 | I supplicate to God that He may develop and flourish thee with the shower of mercy, the heat and light of the Sun of Truth and the soul-imparting breeze of the Paradise of ABHA and to bestow upon thee a great limitless delicacy and freshness. |