The Bond Of Unity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In life's intricate twists and turns,
where every step lies veiled in shadow,
after each blind bend,
the dread of plunging into the abyss
grips my heart—
my pulse quickens,
as though death's decree
burned in Azrael's grasp.

Yet from my first breath,
I have been running
beneath the radiance of eternal light,
drawn by the Lord's promise,
a call echoing deep within my soul.

Beneath the lightning's strike,
amid the thunder's roar,
I stand, clinging to my Lord's hem.
This chain—Allah's Rope—
will never shatter,
for His hand rests upon mine.
I hold fast,
unshaken,
unbroken,
undivided.

Every worldly trial
is but a herald of divine grace,
for in Him,
I dissolve into my truest self.
My devotion is my refuge—
I am one with it.
My breath is not my own,
but His gift.
When He whispered, "Arise by My leave, "
He fashioned life from dust.
Today, I exist by His "Be."

In the name of the Life-Giver,
all creation stirs.
Without His will,
not a single leaf trembles.

My bond of oneness
grows stronger with each dawn.
In every breath,
in every trial,
He is my strength.
I will abide in His love,
for we are inseparable—
as the sun and its rays.

I raise the banner of unity,
vowing never to let this love grow cold.
I crush the ego's deceit beneath my feet,
and clasp truth to my chest.

Hand in hand with the Divine,
I emerge from the self's darkness.
My love is the most enduring of all—
love for the Truth,
which is my essence,
my very being.