The Eternal Spring Poem by Mystic Qalandar

What fragrance is this,
melting into the breeze?
The scent of blossoms,
a shimmer of hues—
My gaze halts in wonder,
A dream unfolding,
a glint of light.
From the eye,
Sinai's flame burst forth,
Became "Light upon Light, "
then scattered.
In every creation, it hides—
Now a fragrance, now a flower.
Only the heart's eye
beholds this vision.
These eyes still believe:
The Eternal Spring shall return.
The rain of mercy will bring
glad tidings,
A fragrance spreading everywhere.
In multiplicity,
the Rose of Unity will bloom again.
The journey of longing may be long,
Yet hope remains—
The path of Primal Light still shines.
Tree branches bow, heavy with bloom,
Fruits and dew in fragrant gloom.
The veil of duality begins to lift,
The eternal secret starts to unveil.
The fragrance of the Rose of Unity
is scattered—
Where will it go now?
It will never fade, never perish.
Like joy bursting from a bud,
It turns separation's dusk
Into the dawn of reunion.
The earth hides seeds,
Awaiting the arrival of Eternal Spring.
Trees stand with arms outstretched,
Catching the first drop of rain.
Radiance descends from the skies,
Like threads from Alast's loom.
From soil, from water, from air, it lifts—
A cloud of peace comes pouring down.
Petals bloom, alleys gleam,
Corners of the heart that slept,
That longed for the tree's embrace,
Now stir, now sway, now turn green.
The fragrance of the Sultan's return lingers,
In the echo of Alast's call.
Yellow leaves have turned green,
And life has awoken from death's slumber.
As if the cup of Bala was drunk—
This is a prophecy, a revelation.
O Sultan of Unity!
You have returned—
Yes, you have come...
Yet still, you remain veiled.