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The leaves are yellowed by the poisoning winds of sedition: Where is the downpour of the clouds of Thy bounty, O Giver of the worlds? (218:5) The universe is darkened with the dust of sin: Where are the breezes of Thy forgiveness, O Forgiver of the worlds? (218:6) This Youth is lonely in a desolate land: Where is the rain of Thy heavenly grace, O Bestower of the worlds? (218:7) O Supreme Pen, We have heard Thy most sweet call in the eternal realm: Give Thou ear unto what the Tongue of Grandeur uttereth, O Wronged One of the worlds!
(218:8)
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