In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: You are the five qualities [sound, touch, form, taste and smell] that abide in the earth, the four that are present in water, the three in fire, the two in the mighty wind [that sustains every breathing creature], and the one [sound] that abides in the sky above; you are the soul of beings each different in nature from the next. The way you abide in all these, and you yourself [the cause of the worlds]: who can think of them?