Soothing sounds being sung all around, hearts thrilling
to rhythms and tones, being issued forth from within
interior intellect.
All of them being collected with joy, elating everyone
who is listening.
Clapping of hands thunders loudly into the atmosphere,
letting nothing interfere with their passing from above
to those of us on earth.
Altogether united in praise of Him who made us in His
image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem