I Have Arrived Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I have arrived—
from the realm of non-being.
Love calls me—do not forget me.
I come to lay a foundation of beauty,
As God's vicegerent, shaped by Divine Will.

I have arrived—
from nothingness.
Love summons me—do not forget me.
I come to turn darkness into light,
To unveil the sacred in all things.

I have arrived—
from the void.
My soul, my truth—
O God! You alone are eternal.
O my Life, O Ever-Living, O Self-Subsisting!
I live through You; You dwell within me,
A neighbor seated by my side.
One reality, one unity—
Its shadow cast over all.
I am Truth; all is Truth.
The Truth of Truths shines through multiplicity.

I have arrived—
from non-being.
Love has come—
Pitching its tent in the desert of existence.
In the wasteland of my heart,
Love makes its home.
Threads of Reality bind me to Truth.

But if Love does not hear my cry?
Ah, my sorrow—my grief—my longing!
If only I could know You as You are—
But O Reality!
Who knows You but You?

Love calls—
As it once summoned me from nothingness:
'Am I not your Lord?
Am I not Creator, Master?
Did you not emerge from Me?
Did I not breathe My spirit into you?
Did I not give you life?
I sent you forth—
So My beauty might be revealed.
Had I not created you,
How could I know Myself? '

I have arrived—
Stepping out from behind the veils—
To proclaim
That servant and Master
Are but a play,
A masquerade, a fleeting guise.
I am formless—
Yet I wear countless faces.

I have arrived—
As every flower and thorn in the garden,
As the lowly and the exalted alike.
Only I exist—
There is nothing but Me.