O Lord, this orb is no more th...

O Lord, this orb is no more than your bat and ball

The expanse of universe, your arena and your hall

The victorious queen is in awe of your lock

Your playing the course, victorious eyes enthrall.

Mercury’s composition speaks of your grandeur

Even the Universal Mind is at your beacon call.

The splendor of the trees of Paradise beside yours pale

Based on your majesty, Paradise you install.

Not only animate and inanimate are at your call

Whatever is in this world, at your command are they all.