The Will Of A Dervish Poem by Mystic Qalandar

On Eid day,
do not place your hands
on the earth of my grave.
This dust
is only a resting place for the body,
not for the soul.
If you must pray,
then pray standing
at the door of life—
I am that breeze
that dissolves
into your breath,
I am that glimmer
that awakens
in the depths
of your hearts.

O my children,
O people of heart,
O companions, O neighbors,
and O all those
who journeyed with me—
Your prayers
were a lamp for me
while I lived.
The grave is but a shadow
where forgiveness comes to dwell,
but a prayer offered in the name of life
touches the heavens.

Remember:
Death is merely a door,
the true homeland is life.
And prayer
is that luminous key
which, entering the door of life,
grants liberation to the soul.

—December,22,2025