Be Silent—i Am Not That Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Be silent! I am not the one
your tongue has carved in speech,
nor the captive of your mind's confines.
I am the one who is free from every name,
beyond all praise, beyond all identity.

You weave your webs of words,
molding me into your meanings,
but I am the river
that defies every shore.
You think you have grasped me,
yet in your hands
rests only your own shadow.

You drown in the depths of meditation,
wander the forests of secrets,
believing you have touched me—
but what you touched
was only the echo of yourself,
a fleeting shimmer in your mirror.

I created man in My own image,
yet My true mirror is only
the one who erases the "self, "
who sees the light hidden in their dust.
All others remain lost travelers,
their bond with their own soul
severed by the blows of ego.

I gave you eyes—are you blind?
I gave you a heart—are you deaf?
Your tongues faltered at "Alastu, "
your deeds lay empty of sincerity.
Why do you not hear My call?
"Udnu minnī! Udnu minnī! "
I cry out every moment.

Yet you boast in rebellion,
claim corruption as your right,
then scream in the wastelands:
"Where is He? "
Though My door was never closed,
My mercy's rain never ceased.

Arise! Shake off your dust,
remember your truth—
or else your death
will be an unfinished tale,
inscribed by your own hands in dust.