Ghazal On The Fire Of Separation Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Who but a fool would set his heart ablaze
in the unreal fire of separation?

Who burns in duality's forge, twists in that blaze—
forever caught in the unreal fire of separation?

The Eternal One wears dust—
no breath can stain that sovereign light.
Who calls it corpse, lost in the haze
of the unreal fire of separation?

Who knits his brow to ask the secret of oneness?
The tale of being and nothing is told.
Who hears, through the blaze
of the unreal fire of separation?

Today I recall Alast and Balā—
the covenant of Lord and slave.
I speak the legend.
Who believes, through the glaze
of the unreal fire of separation?

Who is captain but God?
Who unveils the hidden secret?
In the vast ocean, which drop claims its own identity —
save one solded by the fire of separation?

MyKoul, who can grasp you but the people of pure unity?
In this moonlight, who would go seeking the flame,
unless veiled by the unreal darkness of the fire of separation?

—MyKoul