Tribute To Mawlānā Jalāl Al-Din Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A radiant flame of divine yearning,
an ocean of wisdom without shore,
a star whose light continues to travel
through the unseen corridors of eternity.

From Balkh, cradle of dawn and spirit,
his soul rose like a hidden sun,
turning ordinary soil into sacred witness,
anointed by verses of love and unveiling.

His life was no straight road,
but a spiral without end—
a pilgrimage of dissolution,
where the drop remembered its ocean,
and the Self vanished
into the Infinite Beloved.

Through this journey, his words emerged—
not mere sounds,
but constellations of being,
bridges of radiance stretching
from heart to horizon,
summoning the seeker beyond
the veils of creed and tongue,
toward the indivisible Source
where lover and Beloved are one.

He sings:
that all forms are shadows,
that all religions trace a single sun,
that love alone endures—
both the traveler and the path,
the flame and the arrival.

For wanderers across centuries,
for seekers on distant shores,
his poetry is a sanctuary of light,
a mirror of the cosmic heart,
a stream where wounds dissolve
into the healing tide of Oneness.

Rūmī's legacy is a fountain overflowing—
its waters without boundary,
its source beyond galaxies,
its embrace vaster than stars,
holding heaven and earth
closer than breath.

Listen—he whispers still:
"Every autumn bears the secret of spring,
every absence veils a presence;
the winter of the soul is but
prelude to eternal flowering."

In his Ghazals, his Mathnavi,
his Fihi mā fīh—
the Breath of the Divine resounds,
the metaphysics of love unveiled,
the secret pulse of creation
offered to hearts awake.

And so his light endures—
a flame that no shadow can eclipse,
a truth beyond time,
calling us to return,
again and again,
to the endless,
whirling dance of Love.

—October 3,2025