How ceaselessly does heaven revolve?

How constantly does earth abide at rest?

And do the sun and moon contend

About their respective placements?

Who does preside over and direct all things?

Who does bind and connect them together?

Who is it that, without trouble and exertion

On one's part, causes and maintains them?

Is it, perhaps, that there is some secret spring

In consequence of which they cannot be but

As they are? Or is it, perhaps, that they move

And turn as they do and can't stop of themselves?

Then how do the clouds become rain? And how

Does the rain again form the clouds? Who does

Diffuse them so abundantly? Who is it that produces

This elemental enjoyment and seems to stimulate it?

The winds rise upwards to blow then to the west and

To the east, while some rise uncertain in their direction.

By whose breathing are they produced? Who is it that,

Without any strain of oneself, effects all their waviness?

In vain I venture to ask all these phenomena true cause.