If You will, then I surrender all,
As rivers bow to the ocean's call.

One glance from You, my soul set free,
Like dawn that rises upon the sea.

Your command, the song my heart will sing,
A melody that soothes on silent wing.

If You wish, I would be made whole,
Bathed in the light that heals the soul.

Let me behold—oh, grant me sight,
A moment’s vision, a blaze of light.

For in that gaze, the veils will fall,
And love will answer every call.

Within my soul, a flame celestial glows,  
A spark unyielding, born where longing flows.  
Desires, like fleeting shadows, rise and wane,  
Yet one remains—eternal, pure, unstained.  

O’ soul! To claim thine own, to stand sublime,  
Unbound by fate, untouched by dust or time.  
To merge as rivers seek the boundless sea,  
To find in love the truth that sets us free.  

This is the call that stirs my restless breast,  
A thirst unslaked, a fire yet unblessed.  
O’ Lord of Light, unchain this heart of mine,  
That I in union’s rapture may divine!

I ache for the boundless profundity of Thy love,
In Thee alone, I seek the very essence and reward of existence itself.
Beyond the fleeting shadows of earthly desire, Thy love stands as an eternal light—
The wellspring from which all life flows, and to which all souls take flight.

In the radiance of Thy will, O’ Beloved, I place my undying trust,
In every breath I take, my soul yearns for naught but Thy grace and Thy sovereign must.
For in the gentle unfolding of Thy divine will, I find the courage to surrender,
And in that surrender, the peace that surpasses all understanding, so tender.

Wherever I may sojourn, it is within Thy sacred longing I reside,
I am but a fragile echo, lost in the eternal prayer of Thy holy tide.
My footsteps trace the patterns of Thy love across the sands of time,
And though the world may crumble and fade, Thy presence remains sublime.

In the fervour of my yearning for Thee, O’ Master of hearts,
I seek not the transient world, but only the boundless embrace that imparts.
For Thy mercy, O’ Divine Source, is a river without end,
And in its waters, I seek to drown, that I might emerge anew—whole, healed, and forever Yours.

O’ Supreme One, Whose grandeur fills the skies,  
In the infinite radiance of Thy light, my spirit flies.  

From Thy boundless Ocean, I was born a spark,  
A fleeting breath cast in the vast, eternal dark.  

Fill me, O’ Beloved, with the purity of Thy grace,  
That my heart may reflect the brightness of Thy face.  

Let the essence of Thy love flood my soul’s deep well,  
And in Thy presence, all earthly trials quell.  

Thou, the eternal Flame, within me ignite,  
Transform my being with Thy sacred light.  

This world, but a shadow, a fleeting mirage,  
In Thy radiance, I find my soul’s true charge.  

Thou, the Beloved, the longing of my heart,  
In Thy embrace, I am whole, I depart.  

I, a wanderer of dust, have lost my way,  
Remake me, O’ Master, and guide my stray.  

Let me bow before Thy throne, pure and true,  
And in Thy grace, my soul is made new.  

Bless me with the dawn of a holy light,  
That I may walk in Thy truth, day and night.  

Guide me, for I am lost in the endless sea,  
Yet in Thy glow, I am found, I am free.  

O’ Radiant One, through Thy endless beam,  
Let me rise anew and live in Thy dream.

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?