O Lord,
who can fathom by intellect
Your limitless divine game?

You are present in all forms,
yet remain formless.
You are within all,
yet surround everything.

You exist in the blue oceans' depths
and in the white snow atop mountain peaks.
Whatever I can see, whatever is beyond my sight,
everything lies embedded in Your mind.

The impermeable mountains,
the cycle of the seasons –
all I can think of, whatever is beyond my conception,
You contain all that.