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May the peace of God and the morning of light be upon your soul.. O full moon of the universe that illuminates my path.. He who said it was true.. He likened you to the daughters of poplars.. Paradise's air, its perfume, and the western breeze.. If I meet him, he fills me with joy and pleasure.. My cure, my medicine, his sight, my ecstasy, my medicine.. I planted you with roses. A whiff of chrysanthemums... flowers... a city of love. You are beautiful, my Lord.