human
Thou art a fair blossom. May God love thee! May the holy saints keep thee! May thy mother watch thee, my child! murmured the Khan, as he bent over his sleeping daughter.
gpt
Even such was thy mother in those first days, as guileless and as beautiful. Nay, thou art but the copy, Zyna. And had she but lived to see thee and thy brother as ye are it would have been well. Yet why not well as it is? he resumed after a pause;