Sacrificed shalt i be to the warmth of a kangir under cape as.
I am protected from icy waves of winters-long.
Rice-stale did i find the blessings-divine as.
Ferments salty did i enjoy as greens fresh and fleshy
Prefer not i to toil hard for butter and bars candy as
Dandelion plain and kale insipid art the dishes honeyed.
O, Lord if Thee inculcate in me the boons and favours divine.
Surely safe wilt i be from bashfulness of doomsday.
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