O Blower Of Sweet Breath Poem by Mystic Qalandar

O blower of sweet breath,
My eternal source of life, of knowledge and wisdom—
You made me the bearer of Your trust,
The Trust that the heavens, the earth, and the mountains
Refused to bear in fear;
Yet I undertook to carry it.
Indeed, I entered a covenant with You
To honor what I vowed—
But soon, I grew unjust,
And turned away from the covenant.

The house You built for me—
To dwell in as a tenant—
I claimed as my own,
As if I'd live there forever.
But now, You've roused me from my slumber;
I've awakened, sobered, and come to see:
My soul is Yours in essence.

No more water, fire, air, or clay—
Now, only love remains,
The scent of Your rose perfume.

Each cell of my being cries out:
"I am dyed in the color of Your love."
You have adorned me
As the jewel of Your affection.

In this house of light and gentle melody,
My heart is still and content—
For I am pleased with You,
And You with me.

O Beloved, do not let me fall
Back into ignorance and forgetfulness,
Lest I become like the cattle—
Even worse.