Here is your father, your reluctant guide
You're a rebellious daughter, you'd be a volatile bride
Terrible in wrath, but gentle in prayer
Confident in prose and prone to care
How many things could you change with your words?
The number is few, but well deserved
Love in all lands is mingled with grief
No one's counting on you to bring relief
Yet you try all the same though it's mostly in vain
For you are a rebellious daughter