And For Man Is Nothing Except What He Strives For Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Nothing is attained
except through striving—
there is reach, if you desire,
beyond the horizon, behind the light.

What gain from imagined gods?
From self-carved saviors, or intercessions?
Not even to the heavenly angels
is there need to plead.

The sun rises,
birds sway,
wings fluttering,
calling from the heights of trees:
'Rise! '

The deep black sky
is lit with the sun's rays,
warm winds are flowing.
After resting
in the light of the stars,
now awaken,
gather your strength,
and move toward that vast world
where pure and lawful sustenance
awaits you.

Your provision is near,
not far—
but the condition is effort.
Endless provision,
beyond all measure,
is prepared for you.

The sharp white sun
turns its back in the evening,
and in moments the darkness of night
declares: 'The day is done.'

Before that, labor—
then will come the night,
a night of rest and peace.
Live a tranquil life
amid nature's soul-nourishing sights.

Tomorrow—
a new day will await you.
Mind content, heart at peace—
this is the demand of life:
that you act,
and grant your days endurance.
And remember the word of Allah:
"And that man shall have nothing except what he strives for."