Hearts find their refuge, their path in His light,
Souls rise to life by the grace of His light.
He hears the soft whispers, the sorrow, the cries,
All roads are adorned with the rays of His light.
Gentle His words, easing darkness of night,
A smile on His lips fans the flame of His light.
Treasure of wisdom, a beacon that stays,
Even in passing, breath flows in His light.
Beauty and majesty shine in His gaze,
Fates are remade in the glow of His light.
Shelter for seekers, like heaven's wide sky,
Mekool Momin proclaims God through His light.
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