Islamic
The lamp that lights all darkness, is drawn from sorrows vein Angels tend its lonely wick to see its glow remain Its rays spark soft and gentle, its red bears many scars hang in the sky like ruby stones amidst the twinkling stars The Angel's blessed scourges are brought to feed the flame tortures, sorrows, death and woes wash us in holy rain The lamp can e'er be followed bright and most profound always lighting higher paths which lead to holy ground