God is lonely. So, I returned to the cradle and looked at all these creatures silently. Only with them in their birth and death. God was abandoned... He could only be a bystander. Sleep, sleep, only in dreams can time leave gently. The people on the ground were abandoned...
There are many collections of hymns left on the earth, expressing admiration for God, reverence for God, and fear of God.
The poet sang and confessed with the most pious heart:
You are everywhere; you are omnipotent.
Light is your gentle heart; night is your pure smile;
Wind is your breath; fire is your eyes;
Water is your touch; earth is your essence.
No one can leave your arms, no one wants to give up your tenderness.
God, both grace and power!
We worship at your feet and accept your grace.
We kiss the corners of your clothes, fearing your power...