Weep not child,
though thy hopes and great expectations
seem to be shattered by the wretched of the earth
and the recurrent harvest of thorns,
I beseech thee- weep not child;

life hath tossed you away,
feel how lonely it is at the deep end?
you are in the midst of hard times,
perilous, treacherous;
Even as the valiant capitulate and yield
remain a true son of the soil,
till the land
and keep on waiting for the rain,
I beseech thee- weep not child;  

The rain will come with the arrow of God,
straight and honest it will lay bare their chambers of secrets, destroy their names and their things;
with all their pride and prejudice,
they will no-longer be at ease,
as their names and things fall apart,
be ready child,
for we will need new names new things,
so weep not child,
this is God's case, no appeal.