The Song Of The Dawn Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The dawn is sung by the living-hearted,
And in that very orbit of radiance,
The fire of love returns to claim them—
When the Light itself becomes their guide,
And they listen, in holy recitation,
To the melody of the Divine.

The garden of secrets brims with heavens,
Where travelers of thought are deeply engrossed.
Then, they move with the river of time's flow,
And with serene brows, find their destined place.

There, as they raise the cup of pure love's wine—
In this moment of nearness, where even the archangels
Cannot abide, save those divers in the sea of God's eternity—
The silent, songful dawn greets them in blessing,
And their day unfolds in a dance, beneath the sun
Of Oneness, aglow with its outpourings.

The memories of duality and the self
Complete their final circumambulation around these hearts.
The forgotten recollections of eternity then
Descend from the celestial sphere to the ground of the heart.
So now, the vision of the heart's eye
Is illuminated by the Truth of the Sun,
And the heat of the blazing orb
Consumes all illusion.
I, too, now see
Through the eye of inner sight,
Having received the signal of perfect faith.

Al-Hayy, Al-Qayyum, awaits the resolute ones—
Those who live in the light of life,
Who keep advancing, step by step,
Until they reach that point
Where the first primordial inscription was made,
And with the ear of the soul, they hear
The First Address: Alastu bi-Rabbikum?

Now, once more, it is the time for Salaam.
They have set forth together, again,
Smiling in the daylight's warmth.
Tomorrow, a new journey shall begin—
One without end, a life of antiquity
That is lived, eternally.

—MyKoul