The Marvel of Creation
I am awed by creation, yet I question its design,
arguing foolishly whether the Creator exists or not.
In the corner of my room, I measure the heavens,
seeking no answer—what rests within my own walls?
This nature—how does it move across the universe?
This planet, these stars—how do they revolve?
These clouds, this storm, this wind—what drives them?
The Creator’s presence manifests in countless ways.
See the fields and meadows where flowers bloom,
spreading fragrance in delightful ecstasy all around!
Behold the tiny vine bearing wondrous fruit—
from where does such marvel originate?
Wherever I gaze, creation is incomparable,
yet everything bows in my mind’s perception.
Who governs the sky and the earth?
The world cannot oppose the will of the Creator.
3 Bhadra, 1424 — D.C. Road,
Chattogram
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