Hymn to the Lord

My father wrote some small couplets in Urdu/Hindi which I liked a lot and I submitted in my Creative Writing class. Here is that poem

Of what can we say about this game,
His are the eyes, and Himself is what He sees,
wonder what the game He plays,where the Player Himself plays.
Why run away from this life, it is but His manifestation,
preserve it safely O people, its' devotion is His devotion.
Because He dwells in it, and He is Himself it.
One more sin, never mind,
In the sins also, it is You I find.
You are the Doer, and the Compeller,
I do not exist, since upon myself there is no trust
How long shall we hide our sins, that hiding them are also sins,
We keep moving, sins keep happening.
Distances increase, neither us nor they cease
We dont see anything else
it is a treasure that we are in Your vision
The earnest prayer is to have Your vision.