32: O Son Of The Supreme! I Have Made Death A Messenger Of Joy To Thee





O SON OF THE SUPREME! I have made death a messenger of joy to thee.

Wherefore dost thou grieve? I made the light to shed on thee its splendor.

Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom?





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