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From dark storm clouds, calling with thunder, | |||
Who are You that came on a new-moon night? | |||
In fearsome guise, with what kind of hope, | |||
on | Did our merciful Lord invoke a lovers' tryst? | ||
The neglected people's lamentation, | |||
By some means it did reach Your ears. | |||
The demons, their bow-twanging, | |||
You came to make that end. | |||
Those who by money's or acumen's might | |||
Exploited others through much deception, | |||
You poured ashes on their ambition; | |||
You | You invited all to do likewise. | ||
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