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26 It turned out to be the only wine-cup of God’s knowledge. With what can we compare this spiritual light in the world? It was found to be unique in every trait and aspect! (5) At first we took the Quran to be the Rod of Moses 10 Then on pondering, each word turned out to be a Messiah 11. ‘Tis their own fault who are blind, or else that spiritual-light Has shone like a hundred brilliant stars. What worth is their life in this world, really, Whose hearts are blind despite the presence of this light! Before they’ll burn, these people burn with envy Whose every talk turned out just pack of lies. 6. PRAISE TO THE LORD OF THE WORLDS Hamd Rabul-Aalameen Surma Chashm Arya, page 4, 1886 What light is spread from that Spring-Head of Lights! All the worlds are turning into mirrors for the eyes. Beholding the moon yesterday, I became so restive I saw therein a glimpse of my Dear One’s Splendour. My heart is awash with the blooming of that Beauty Pray mention not to me the Turk or the Tatar 12 ! What show of Thy splendour is all around, My Dear, Wherever we look, that way leads to Thy View! Thy grandeur is witnessed in the light of the sun Thy dazzle is displayed in every star. (5) With own Hands, Thou sprinkled the salt on the souls That caused this clamour of love among the love-struck. What strange traits hast Thou placed in every atom! Who can unravel such immensity of secrets? No one can ascertain the limits of Thy might; Who can find the solution to this perplexing enigma? All beauties carry a charm of Thine own Splendour; Each flower and orchard is tinged with Thine hue. The drunken eye of every belle reveals Thee each instant; To Thee points the hand of every curling lock. (10) Many a veil obstruct the blind of eye otherwise The godly and the ungodly were all turned to Thee. Thy charming looks, O Dear, are a sharpened sword That cut off the entire concern for the strangers. To meet with Thee, we have debased ourselves So that it may help cure this pain of separation. I cannot rest a single breath without Thee; It chokes my life like gasping of an indisposed. What’s the clamour in Thy lane, pray find quickly,