Touch so gently that your rough hands might not hurt,

The beautiful creation of almighty lord,

Speak as softly as the redolent of cold breeze alert,

The exuberant and jubilant flying bird.

Make your smile as that of euphoric dew drops,

Dazzling and shimmering in the sunlight.

Breathe so slowly, as not to hurt the life props,

Flying and flapping our flattering kite.


Do as I told you, do as my commandments,

Do because I am the soul, residing in you,

With the battalion of feelings and godly strength.


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