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2.
O, you are the Reckoner and the Rightful King,
who keeps the stronghold, revealing life
and the lofty ways to the blessed, withholding
the lovely lanes of desire to those others,
if their deeds are not sufficient.
Indeed we speak these words needfully
and praise the one who shaped mankind—
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the condition of the careful, we who sit
sorrowing in prison—
We expect the sun, the moment when
the Life-Lord reveals the light to us,
becoming protection for us in our minds,
and winding up our frail wits in glory.
Make us worthy—
who admits us into magnificence,
when we must depart miserably
into this narrow place,
beshorn of our homeland.
Therefore one can say,
who speaks truthfully to you,
that he delivered the tribe of men,
who were once perverted.
It was through a young woman,
a maiden without wickedness,
who he chose to be his mother.
That was done without the love of a man,
so that the lady became large
with the bearing of a child.
Nothing could compare to this,
before or since, arising in the world,
this woman’s yearning—
that was a secret, the Lord’s mystery.
All spiritual gifts will pervade
the regions of the earth—
where many wise men were enlightened,
their enduring teachings through the Origin of Life,
which before lay hidden beneath the grave,
and the wordy songs of the prophets,
when the Wielder came, he who amplifies
the mystery of every statement
of those who, through active state
eagerly wish to extol the Shaper’s name. (18-49)
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