Happy Birthday (To Samaat Jan, my Fifth Star) Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Happy Birthday
(To Samaat Jan, My Fifth Star)

On a hushed January dawn,
While frost still listened to prayer,
You entered the world—
A whispered dua
Answered before it was spoken.

My youngest,
Not only by birth,
But in the new softness
With which my heart learned
To bloom a fifth time.

You were born under a fifth star,
Carrying its quiet law:
To shine without burning,
To warm without sound,
To hold your light
Even as the clouds gather.

I have watched life pass through you
As the spring passes through Verinag—
Birthing the calm Jehlum,
The Veth, in our sweet tongue,
Carrying its grace through the Vale
And to all lands it touches.

Your silence holds more
Than hurried words ever could.
Your gentle footsteps
Still teach the earth remembrance,
Like kong posh blooming
To fragrance the air.

If mercy has a face,
I saw it for the fifth time
In your quiet eyes—
Clear as winter skies
Over snow-kept peaks and chinar shade.

Today, I do not count your years.
I gather my gratitude
Like saffron threads—
Slowly, reverently,
As one gathers a vaakh from silence.

For on the day you arrived,
The world itself felt
More trustworthy,
More gently held.

May the One
Who placed you in my arms
Keep you always
Wrapped in gracious refuge,
As verdant valleys are held by mountains.

Happy birthday,
My Samaat Jan—
My living prayer
That learned to walk
In human form.

— January,16,2026