Mystic Qalandar

Alone, I walk the endless road of time,
unbound from beginnings,
untouched by endings,
unmoved by fleeting joys,
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I am the endless road where stars descend
I AM only I AM

The river's shoreless flow where time will bend
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Behind iron bars, the nightingale still sings
Its anthem of freedom—unbroken.
The cruelest world cannot smother
The dawn blazing bright in its heart!
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In every ache,
in every hidden thorn,
I laid my soul
upon the secret pulse—
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Before breath,
I was hidden—
a secret folded in silence,
a seed asleep
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Welcome me, my Lord,
as I turn, trembling,
toward the horizon of Your Essence.
O Maker of forms that rise and fall,
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At night,
Your breath of Hu enfolded me—
a living whisper:
"I have entered your zikr-e-dā'im."
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The Dawn Queen—my hidden self—awakens,
as the finch of light begins to sing.
No melody is sweeter
than her voice, overflowing with love.
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Dawns in the Làlbazar of life
arrive with a single intent:
to unveil the latent seeds,
the unborn yet fated gifts
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Only God knows
who hides behind the glowing screen—
faceless, nameless—
yet heavy with the smoke
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I was granted a span—
a breath within eternity—
a sacred trust from God,
to walk as vessel and flame,
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Now I belong to no one.
I am only One's—
Not my own name's,
Nor borrowed titles',
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Believe this—
You are the cosmos'
most wondrous masterpiece,
a living art
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I have erased
the script of all desires,
laid the tablet of my dreams
upon Your path.
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Passing through the station
of annihilation within annihilation,
I buried all my desires
in the dust of that One Command—
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The Voice of the Soul —
A Quest for the Knowledge of Truth*

If we have never longed—
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Where love's voice hums—
in silent sound,
A depth unmoved, yet deeply found—
The Prophet stands
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A stranger,
exiled from his homeland,
walks silently among thorns,
gathering his cloak with both hands,
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On the lofty heights of the past—
when those whose eyes held only
a dim, unborn light
still lay hidden in their mother's womb,
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Did I ever truly leave the sea for a lake—
the deep blue for gentler light?
The roar of waves for quiet shores,
for ripples barely heard?
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