In the morning I saw Him, my resplendent Creator
Brighter than the first rays, closer than my heartbeat
The fragrance of the chandan paste reminded me, O Lord-Creator
Of Your infinitely permeating Grace
For all that is beautiful and ugly to my sight
Indeed all this is Your creation, ever so magnificent.
At high noon I saw Him, my eternal Sustainer
The air that sustains my body, the water and the nourishment
And the warmth of the sun
All emerge, O Lord-Sustainer, out of Your Divine Potency
What is there in this world created that You do not possess
Yet what is there that You possess which You desire.
At twilight did I see Him, my Lord-Dissolver
More beautiful than the autumnal moon
And kinder than the setting sun
Magnificent as the supernovae that end the lives of stars
Bringing them back to their very origin
What is there that is beyond Your reach,
Beyond Your divine Grace?
There is naught that You do not pervade.
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