The word "effulgence" is correct and usable in written English.
You can use it to mean a brilliant, dazzling light or splendor. Example: The moon shone in all its effulgence on a clear, star-filled night.
In characteristic Mahayana fashion, an introductory chapter describes the Buddha, deep in meditation and surrounded by a divine effulgence, about to reveal the contents of the text to an assemblage of 12,000 monks and some 32,000 bodhisattvas ("those destined to become enlightened").
This bleak epiphany followed me upstairs into the effulgence of the fair's two hundred and sixty-eight dealer stations, where business was frantic.
Obsessed with the meeting of land and sea, he suffuses everything with an effulgence of white, yellow, and ochre, and blurs the outlines of solid objects with a squiggly brush and a rag, anticipating the work of the Impressionists.
Renoir's blushing effulgence and Cézanne's excruciating intelligence face off in a running scrimmage from room to room.
Kites and buildings share astonishing yellows, pinks, greens, indigos, and electric blues, which glow with an effulgence of damp heat.
Its fruity effulgence suffuses the Barnes.
She was extraordinarily courageous when she approached me to take on the greatest part ever written for a women in English literature, Cleopatra, a part too often overshadowed by the glorious effulgences of Elizabeth Taylor's cleavage.
But nothing that we know of anticipated the eloquence of van Eyck's glazes, which pool like liquid radiance across his pictures' smooth surfaces, trapping and releasing graded tones of light and shadow and effulgences of brilliant color.
Later, he suppressed that dissonance in poetic fictions of figures melting in ambient radiance, just as he resolved a conflict in his paintings between stately figuration and finicky facture with drenching effulgences of color.
For me, as his mentor, all I needed to learn in order to teach him was to stay one roller glide ahead of him, to oversee the geometries and the effulgences of his imagination, to help beckon and tease each right wire into each right plug.
Two rare oil paintings by him, shown together with two by earlier floral masters, Rachel Ruysch and Jan van Huysum, and two by a Redouté contemporary, Gérard van Spaendonck, are brilliant effulgences of varied blossoms, so lifelike they seem to wilt before your eyes.
