O harmony perfect and mysterious,
Of all things in man and cosmos diverse!
How glad I am to see unity everywhere,
Dressed in the garbs that God makes himself wear!
Born of purity, each thing does what God wills it to do,
And perform through all hours your assigned task -
just being your honest and ardent follower!
Pure being! clearly I see you in all of them!
All they do under your command,
Appears to be flawless and true to me;
And the music which resonates through them,
Thrills me with unbound ecstasies,
As I see your face shining before me,
In your expansivebeauties!
No leaf moves, so quiet is the atmosphere!
Peace, calmness, and stillness everywhere,
No ripple on the water surface -
pellucid mirror of your face!
In which, to my joy, I see my own face،
Resembling your face, to my sheer surprise!
So perfectly, so astutely, planned and fashioned,
By your creative hand!
Through your sounding and resounding word,
You signal me all the while a message,
To hear attentively your pure word,
And show what I myself must do,
To bear the ancient trust, and absorb in echoing Hu,
Where there remains not I and You.
Mykoul
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