The Secret Of Secrets Poem by Mystic Qalandar

What tale shall I utter of the vision
that touched my soul's deep flame?
In the fields of being I faltered—
what whisper of heart shall I reclaim?
Heaven's citadels, constellations adrift,
all mirror Your silent sign;
You alone are the secret of secrets—
what of Your light shall I name?

Every atom bears Your hue,
each pulse unfolds Your gleam;
You granted the realm of selfhood—
what of this fleeting world shall I frame?
Mysteries lie veiled in the Preserved Tablet,
unseen by seeing eyes;
The well of boundless knowing calls—
what of reason's shore shall I claim?

My heart is drowned in oceans vast,
beneath Your boundless grace;
What of life's tempests—
what waves shall I tame?
Let the chains of pride be dust,
let the walls of self decay;
In the poverty of nothingness lies
the throne supreme—
what shall I proclaim?

When the caravan arrives
at the Inn of eternity,
Only You remain unveiled—
what word of Balā shall I proclaim?
Neither hell nor paradise endures—
only Your essence glows;
This is the journey's secret end—
what song of Alast shall I proclaim?

—November,11,2025