Ancient Love Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Hey, my Lord!
Listen, I long to make ancient
love with You.
Then shower the light
of Your radiant face
upon my eyes, endlessly.

At the same time, send this light,
woven with the threads of Your music,
by Your divine, artistic hands.
Then reveal to me some poetry—
the kind my soul and heart ache for—
gently, softly,
like the hum of heaven's bell,
or the whisper of a hummingbird,
or the buzz of a honeybee.

And then I want it
to crack, like Israfil's trumpet,
heard loudly,
harsh and brutal:
first for annihilation,
then for resurrection,
to hear You asking:
Am I not your Lord?

And to that mighty sound,
with light breathing,
I answer:
Yes, my Lord!

—September 2,2025