A blaze is raging near His Throne by my strains that burn like flames; the cries of ‘Mercy!’ rise aloft from the Temple of His Names. Blaze: Conflagration. His Throne: The precincts of the Absolute Being or Harim-i-Zat, the original word in the text. Strains: Songs. Aloft: On high. Temple of His Names: The Temple of His attributes.

Houris and angels, all alike, my soaring thought can keep in hold: The moulds in which Thou dost reveal get ruffled by my glances bold. Moulds: Shapes i.e., the different aspects in which God displays Himself. Ruffled: Disturbed

In my search and quest for Thee Cloisters and Kirks I did design, but my groans and woeful wails can shake the founds of Fane and Shrine. Cloister: a place of religious retirement, a sanctuary. Kirk: Scotch equivalent for church. Founds: Foundations. Pane: Temple. Shrine: Sanctuary.

There were times when my vision sharp pierced the heart and core of Life: Time again, fell short of mark by mine inner doubts and strife. Mark: Target.

I was the only secret veil’d in Nature’s Womb in Latent form: When I was brought to light for show, what wondrous act Thou didst perform! Womb: Uterus, the organ in which the young of mammals are developed and kept till birth, the word in the poem is Sina-i-Kainat. Latent: Hidden.