O piqpagiyauyuhi! Tajja aliahungnaqtuq nappamut
kangirhimanirmullu talvalu inimiinnarhiyuq aittuutikhaqarvingmi! Ilaranailluhi tamainnut;
huliluhi ihuarhiqpiarniagut nappat. Qulliqtun ikumayutun ililuhi pinnirharlugillu
inuuhiit! Uplut hapkua kayumikhiyut hamnalu inuuniq huqannginniaqtuq piillunilu. Talvuna,
pinnaqtillugu qariuq pitikhimiitillugu, aavarit makariarni huraarmik. Hamna huraaq
quviaginia Godim, aavarniattauq nagliktarhiyuq God; ima, inuupluni malikhugin nakuuyun
uqauhiit.
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O ye beloved ones! It is the moment of the ecstasy of
the soul and consciousness and the season of running in the arena of sacrifice! Show ye
kindness to all; be ye engaged in the refinement of the souls. Become ye as ignited lamps
and adorn ye the orchard of being! These days are swiftly passing and this mortal life
will remain fruitless and without result. Therefore, while there is yet time and the arrow
is in the bow, enter ye the chase and strike ye the game. This game is the good-pleasure
of God, and this chase is the merciful Providence; that is, living in accord with the
divine instructions.
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