My Lord! I see you diffused,
Through all the universe,
Expressing your beauty;
Expressing your wisdom;
Expressing your speech;
Expressing your light;
Expressing your hearing;
Expressing your power;
Expressing your will;
Expressing your action;
Through all the things that-
You created from nothing,
Through the command of Kun,
Thus, all things are nothing,
But pure Shades Divine,
Kindled by your light,
You created Adam in your image-
Most expressive of your attributes,
Created him from a sounding clay;
Irradiated him with your dazzling light;
Blew of your spiritinto a mortal shrine-
When you shine upon a human soul,
And make that listen to your sweet melody,
In ecstasy, the illumined soul cries:
I hold God under my cloak
Mykoul
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