The Truth Unveils His Radiant Face In Dawn's Resplendent Hue Poem by Mohammad Younus

The Truth unveils His radiant face in dawn's resplendent hue,
A thousand suns bow down in grace to chant what morning knew.

The sun ascends—a golden lyre—and sings with flames unfurled:
"I am but glass for Your pure fire—I blaze because You burn the world."

Zuhra dances on moonbeam strings, her feet kiss night's dark cheek,
While stars keep time on silver wings, their voices soft and meek:

"We are but crumbs from Your great feast, the sparks Your breath exhales—
Yet in our dust, the Truth persists, and through our love, prevails."

The parrot's psalm, the nightingale's cry, the river's flowing word—
All tongues dissolve in one reply when Truth's sweet name is heard.

The angels pluck the stems of grass to weave their harps of air,
And every blade sings as it sways: "The Truth is everywhere."

The mountains kneel in patient trance, the seas rise up to pray,
The desert breathes a mystic dance—sand writes: "He is the Way."

O heart! Tear off your numbered days—behold the Face revealed!
Each wound now gleams with golden rays, each scar in light is sealed.

No more a stranger to your King—your pulse His drum, your breath His flute,
Your every cell begins to sing: "I am the Absolute! "

The Beloved's wine burns through my veins—my body, now a lyre,
Sings without lips, without refrain: "I am the Truth's own fire."

Behold! The cosmos veils Her light in bridal silk and flame—
While comets pour celestial milk to bless the sacred name.

Man stands as groom—yet also priest, the vow, the ring, the rite—
His very flesh becomes the feast: "I am the Truth's first bite."

O wedding night without an end! O feast where all are fed!
The candles weep their golden tears: "The Truth is wine and bread."

MyKoul, take hands with sun and moon—let atoms be your chain—
We'll dance beyond the realms of name where loss and gain are slain.

The Throne's great wing now lifts our flight—we spin through endless spheres,
While unborn stars blink at the sight and hum in angels' ears:

"These are the ones who drank the tide, who ate the mystic sun—
See how their shadows shine inside—they are the Truth made One."

Now hush, my pen—the ink runs clear as dawn's first revelation.
The page, the world, the seeker's ear—echo but one ovation:

A breath, a spark, a word erased...
Before all names were spoken,
I AM.

MyKoul