Thou who erected the sky
With no pillar that holds it high,
Is anything hard for Thee to do?
.
Thou who maketh various foliages
Woods and meadow where snow cascades,
Is anything hard for Thee to do?
.
Thou who makes it black and bright
Bright for the day, black for the night,
Is anything hard for Thee to do?
.
Thou who lets down the rain that clatters
Yet holds high no cistern of water,
Is anything hard for Thee to do?
.
Thou who made numberless of animals
The man and amphibian and ant and mammals,
Is anything hard for Thee to do?
.
Thou who liveth in endless prime
And yet existed long ago before time,
Is anything hard for Thee to do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem