Ghazal: The Qalandar's Hymn Poem by Mystic Qalandar

No mortal ear can know the song that begins
within the heart's locked keep—the Qalandar's hymn.

A spring that flows eternal, a well that knows no shore,
it floods the soul's deep river—the Qalandar's hymn.

The current's silent coursing, the lake's unfathomed calm,
where two pure waters mingle, swells the Qalandar's hymn.

In crest and curl of nature's most hidden, sacred tune,
the one strain never shattered is the Qalandar's hymn.

The wind intones it softly through ancient, breathing trees;
the stone repeats its echo—the Qalandar's hymn.

From breaking gold of morning to dusk's resigned reply,
it lingers in the silence—the Qalandar's hymn.

What light can root in soul if the deafened heart denies to listen?
O MyKoul, this breath is not for you alone—
it is the world's own pulse, the Qalandar's hymn.

—January,3o,2026