May the harshest winds blow gently now...
Touching softly the soul and body of every soul;
May the Great God bless all those who live...
...in this part of the world where blood mongers rule;
And when you go out to fend for yourself...
...and your people...
...whether the journey is fast or slow,
May your straw-shoes leave...
...indelible footprints in the snow;
And when you look above your heads,
May you always find the Rainbow in the sky;
May we get an assurance from the Divine providence...
...that the sun in hiding will come out soon,
And shine the mountains and meadows below in our land
Mykoul
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