Praise of the Lord of All the Worlds (Urdu Poem) — Essence of Islam Vol. 1

14 Sep, 2026 Essence of Islam 0

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In this discourse from Essence of Islam (Volume 1), Hazrat Mirza Ghulam Ahmad (AS), the Promised Messiah and Mahdi, expounds upon Praise of the Lord of All the Worlds (Urdu Poem), presenting profound spiritual insights and scriptural verities.

Book Series: Essence of Islam (Volume 1)
Author: Hazrat Mirza Ghulam Ahmad of Qadian (AS)
Section: Part 2: Allah The Exalted
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How manifest is the light Of the Source of all lights, Turning the Universe into a mirror For eyes to see His reflection. When I saw the moon yester-night I was overwhelmed with longing, For it reminded me a little Of the beauty of my Beloved Lord. His eternal beauty Has set our hearts afire; Mention not to us the beauty Of the Turk or Tartar. O Beloved! Passing strange and wonderful Is the spectacle of Your glory all around; Whichever way we turn, Is the path that leads to You. Your own light burns bright In the resplendent fountain of the sun; In every star can be seen The spectacle of Your glowing beauty. With Your own hands have You Sprinkled salt upon the souls, Causing great commotion of love Among Your anguished lovers. You have invested each particle With amazing qualities; Who can ever decipher Your boundless mysteries?

No one can fathom The extent of Your limitless power; Nor can anyone unravel The mysteries of this intricate knot.

It is Your beauty that lends charm To every beautiful face; So are the hues and colours of each flower and garden But a reflection of Your loveliness.

The love-laden glances of a beautiful face Ever remind us of You; Every curly lock points its finger In Your direction.

To every believer and non-believer, Your countenance alone should be the focal point;
But alas! the sightless suffer From a thousand veils.

O my Beloved, Your enchanting glances Are like the sharp sword Which cuts off all bondages Of loyalty and love for others.

Only to win Your love Have I reduced myself to dust; Hoping, the pangs of separation
May be assuaged a little.

Except when I am with You I am ever restless; Like the sinking heart of a patient, Life seems to be ebbing away.

Wherefore this noise in Your neighbourhood? Pray, tarry not! Lest some love-lorn lover Should perish unknown.
[Surma Chashm Arya, Ruhani Khaza’in, Vol. 2, p. 52]
[Essence of Islam, Vol. 1, p. 181]

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