The morning wind caresses my face
and with it comes the thought of you
radiant daughter of Solomon
Your beauty rises with the dawn
your skin glistens like dew on new grass
O Daughter of Solomon
your name is sung twice for honor
Daughter
of Solomon
Your radiation speaks of power and wisdom
And
hearts are warmed
by the reach of your love
I, your faithful one
Crave a drop from the fountain you carry
With a sip of your wisdom
Even the fiercest storm would feel like peace to me.
Long shall you reign
for beneath your rule
sorrow would find no dwelling place
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