Turning again toward the beloved felt like a beautiful destiny.

The darknesses have begun to fear the lamp; O mother, behold His play.

There may be someone in deep meditation, so let us not pass through the garden of truth.

I heard the darknesses saying that they became afraid of the lamp.

Many times it felt as though they had left the windows empty and barren.

The darkness plotted conspiracies, and more darkness joined with it.

The divine lamp was lit, and its rays entered every street and lane.