Beyond the stars, beyond the sky,
Where galaxies in silence lie,
Beyond the Solar System's glow,
Where endless constellations flow.

A Light transcends the cosmic sea,
A flame from realms of mystery.
In niche so deep, unseen, untold,
A lamp does glow with light of gold.

Encased within a glass so pure,
Its brilliance ever to endure.
A star, a pearly, trembling gleam,
A light that whispers, dreams that beam.

Not born of east nor west's embrace,
Yet shines within a boundless space.
Beyond the galaxies that spin,
Beyond the Universe’s skin.

Beyond all creation, time and place,
A light that fills the endless space.
The source of all that ever was,
A truth beyond all earthly laws.

From olive tree, so blessed and bright,
The oil ignites the endless night.
Untouched by flame, it flickers true,
A glowing fire, yet always new.

Light upon light, a sacred dance,
In endless glow, no time, no chance,
For in His light, the worlds align,
Eternal, vast, divine, divine.

A truth beyond all mortal reach,
A radiance bright, no words can teach,
His light, His love, beyond the skies,
Is where the soul in union flies.

Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Beyond all realms, beyond all grace,
A flame eternal, burning bright,
A luminous force that guides the night.

God's light is in Surah An-Nur (24:35):
"Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The example of His light is like a niche within which is a lamp, the lamp inside of glass, the glass as if it were a pearly white star, lit from [the oil of] a blessed olive tree, neither of the east nor of the west, whose oil would almost glow even if untouched by fire. Light upon light. Allah guides to His light whom He wills. And Allah presents examples for the people, and Allah is All-Knowing of everything." (24:35)

This boundless ocean, the world, we sail,
Where roses bloom with memories frail.
O' sparks of beauty, how I ache to see,
The light of your gaze, if it turns to me.

If your eyes rise, in their celestial grace,
The heavens would tremble, shadows erase.
My tongue, soaked in melodies sweet,
Would sing of your name in waves, complete.

Your smile, a garden where angels tread,
The key to paradise, the path we’re led.
The blood of my heart, like wine of the vine,
Pours forth in longing, forever divine.

Is this the miracle of your sacred face,
Or the world’s eternal, fleeting trace?
Tell me, beloved—who’s the bloom,
Is it you or I, in this garden’s room?

What a spark, what a flame, when these eyes first saw,
The dance of light, the world without flaw?
When these hands, born of clay and dust,
Poured forth warmth, a gift, a divine trust?

When the tongue, a prisoner of silence so deep,
Broke free with a word, a promise to keep?
What sweetness filled these humble ears,
When the first sound stirred the heart’s silent fears?

When this tiny heart, so full of desire,
Met belief like a spark to an unlit fire?
When the lips of this child, kissed by the dawn,
Smiled at the world, and all sorrow was gone?

When the body, this vessel of earthly woe,
Was styled by love’s hand, a graceful glow?
What a moment, what a scene, O’ Jamil, I ask,
Could such be the work of a gene—or love’s mask?