I praise you, the heavens tell of your greatness,
with stars that shine in your honour,
the clouds whisper your nature,
thy light is a hymn, thy lightning, love.
The earth is the footstool of your feet,
a canvas where you paint life,
the flowers surrender, dance at your feet,
in every corner, your essence takes care of us.
You say let it be done and it is done,
life is formed, sprouts and is reborn,
under your breath, the world is a bed,
where time is made in your embrace.
You are the origin, the subtle beacon,
each dawn is your work, divine,
the echoes of the wind sing in profile
your immutable power that never wanes.
