The boundless blue sky,
the ever-rushing wide ocean
and everything living in nature proclaims
that they exist by His will
even the burning sun, every star
and the rising moon
functions in matchless precision
as if set by the greatest scientist of all.
How can we mere men comprehend
that His existence is without end,
the kind of love that is selfless
and that His powers are never spent?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem