God's is the Orient!

God's is the Orient!

God's is the Occident!

Northern and southern lands

repose in the peace of His hands.

He, the only judge,

desires for everyone what is right.

Of each of his hundred names,

let this one be highly praised! Amen.

My errors bewilder me,

yet You know how to disentangle me from my confusion.

When I act, when I write poetry,

show me the right path!

Even though I ponder and meditate earthly things,

it stands me in higher stead.

The spirit that is not dispersed with the dust,

presses aloft, forced back into itself.

In breathing there are two Graces:

drawing in the air and exhaling it;

One constrains and the other refreshes;

So wondrously is Life mixed.

You thank God when He presses you

and thank Him when he once again releases you.