The entire universe of eighteen thousand worlds is His mirror; what can I say about where and how He looked through me.

The poet touches upon a breathtaking mystical idea: the entire universe—traditionally spoken of as eighteen thousand realms—is simply a grand mirror reflecting the Divine. Yet the real magic lies in the second line, where the poet marvels that God chose human consciousness as the lens to gaze upon His own creation. It transforms our humble human existence into something profoundly sacred, suggesting that we are not mere spectators of life, but the very eyes through which the Divine experiences His own boundless beauty.