A Small Hymn
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While I prostrate and my forehead touches the floor,
My mind soars up, to the Exalted, to the most High!
He asks me to seek all that I want from my heart's core,
My heart beats in hymn, ‘Glory be to my Lord, the High!
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24 October 2020
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