Saad: The Sound Of Truth Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the deep radiance of eternity,
The first tear glimmers—
A silent drop crawling through the cosmos,
Touching every trembling particle of existence.

That first sound—
The primal echo of the boundless universe;
No shores, no solid forms,
No inhabited souls—only pure vibration.

A lonely secret whispered
Into the startled quiet,
A light beyond all reason's grasp—
Every point, every void, every solitude
Shivers beneath its luminous glow.

Within the cold breath of annihilation
Dwells the eternal dance of life—
Wrapped in the gentle fold of primordial light,
The soft, unseen melody of David's harp.

Rising from the heart's deep well,
A living envoy of truth;
Tears like pearls carve hidden pathways,
Pain's rays pulsing through steady heartbeats.

No scent from Solomon's throne,
Nor grandeur's fleeting fragrance;
But the true ornament of the soul—
Where, in secret gardens, bloom
The flowers of love with their pure fragrance,
And behind every veil, the soul's light glimmers.

This is the softness of Job's patience,
Chains breaking in the silent dawn;
Not the shadow of death,
But a worship-light shining newly.

Not Satan's pride or hardness,
But a quiet veil attempting to hide the truth—
Yet it fractures arrogance's fortress
And reaches the final face of life.

Within me rests that echo—
The sound of ص (Saad) ,
Cutting through heedless clouds
To sing the eternal voice of love.

It moves through annihilation's dark,
Spreading salvation's tender fragrance,
Calling:
"Vanish before me.
Lay down the last remnants of—
your secret life."

For that ص (Saad) —
Not a mere letter,
But existence's unheard call,
Rising from eternity itself—
The Sound of Truth…

—November,23,2025