Lo! How manifest is the Light of God,
Who is the Ultimate source of all Light
The whole universe is turning into a reflective mirror
For the eyes to perceive Him.
I became so agitated
In the beauty of the Moon
Were the traces of the beauty of my Beloved.
Under the influence of that consummate beauty
My heart is in a state of turmoil
Mention not to me
the comeliness of the Turk or the Tartar.
O my Beloved,
How wonderfully is Your
Creative power manifested
Whichever way I look I find
Every road leading to Your presence.
In the fountain of the sun
The tides of Your power are witnessed
Every star is twinkling with Your Glory
With Your own Hand You have
Sprinkled salt over bruised hearts
Which results into
Agonized cries of the pining lovers
No one can comprehend
The ultimate design of Your creation
Who can disentangle
The web of this baffling riddle?
It is Your charm which
is the essence of every beauty
Every flower that
blossoms forth
Borrows its colour
From the splendour of
Your attributes
The mellow intoxicating
eyes of all
Who are endowed with
beauty
Remind one of Your
every moment
To Your direction is
turned
The pointing finger of
every curly lock
With what mysterious
qualities
You have endowed every
particle
Who can read through
the voluminous
Accounts of these
mysteries?
[Promised Messiah Hazrat Mirza Ghulam Ahmad (as) of Qadian [1835-1908] in Surma Chishm Arya: Ruhani Khazain, vol. 2, p.4.]