By Mohammad A.Yousef
In the shimmering sands of ancient thought,
Where shadows of the mind stretch long,
Al-Kindi, the philosopher, the seeker,
Walks amidst the echoes of reason,
A solitary figure,
Draped in the robes of wisdom,
His heart a vessel,
Carrying the weight of stars and souls.
He gazes into the abyss of existence,
Where the essence of being dances,
A flame flickering in the winds of time,
The soul, he whispers, is not mere shadow,
Not a fleeting wisp of breath,
But a symphony, a cosmos in itself,
A harmony of the divine and the earthly,
A bridge between the ephemeral and the eternal.
In the gardens of Baghdad,
Where knowledge blooms like jasmine,
He sows the seeds of inquiry,
As the sun dips low,
Painting the sky in hues of curiosity,
He contemplates the nature of the soul,
The intellect's light, a beacon in the night,
Shining through the fog of ignorance,
Illuminating paths yet unexplored.
"Is the soul a whisper of the divine? "
He questions the winds,
"Or a mere echo of fleeting moments? "
With ink-stained fingers,
He captures thoughts in delicate scripts,
Crafting a tapestry of wisdom,
Where reason entwines with the heart's longing,
Where philosophy dances with poetry,
And the soul sings its own song.
O Al-Kindi, your voice resounds,
In the chambers of the heart,
In the minds of those who dare to dream,
You taught us that the soul is not confined,
It soars on wings of understanding,
An unbroken thread in the fabric of existence,
Where every pulse is a note in the grand symphony,
Every heartbeat a reminder of our shared essence.
As the moon rises over the minarets,
Casting silver light upon the pages of thought,
Your legacy, like the stars,
Guides the seekers, the wanderers,
Through valleys of doubt,
And peaks of enlightenment,
In the quest for truth,
In the search for the soul.
You painted the cosmos with the brush of reason,
And in your strokes, we find ourselves,
Awakening to the whispers of the universe,
Embracing the mysteries that bind us,
For in the dance of the stars,
In the silence of the night,
The soul finds its place,
A testament to the journey of being,
A celebration of Al-Kindi,
In the infinite tapestry of existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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