Surrendering After Questioning Poem by Mystic Qalandar

O Master of servants,
O Lord of every world,
Do You close Your eyes in night's silence,
Or rest beneath the brightness of the sun?

When our dreams scatter like dust,
Unmoored from truth and reality,
Do You regard them with sorrow,
Or smile at their fleeting illusions?

How do You look upon us, Eternal One,
When we chase the call of desire,
And bow to the shadows of our egos,
Forgetting the hand that shaped us?

Does our blindness not wound You?
Does our waywardedness not pierce you,
Like thorns pressing against the very hand
That still upholds us with mercy?

Yet still, we return to You, our Lord.
For we have heard the call of faith,
And in Your name we have believed.
So forgive us our sins,
Lift from us the burden of our misdeeds,
And when our hour arrives,
Let us depart among the righteous.

— September 6,2025