The Whisper Of Al-Qadir Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the hush of dawn,
A whisper stirs—
The power of Al-Qadir,
Awakening every atom.

Birds rouse from slumber,
Shake dew-laden wings,
Leave their nests,
And descend into the garden,
Where towering trees
With emerald arms
Beckon softly—
'Come, rest,
Let your soul drink
This divine beauty.'

Below, rivers glide,
Flowing toward eternity's embrace.
They know their fate—
To rise as vapor,
Then return as
Silvery mist,
Moon-kissed hail,
Or a sunwhite soft snow,
Or floating rivers of rain
shaped as white or black clouds.

By Al-Qadir's will,
They pour upon
Mountains, valleys,
Wastelands, homes—
Where thirst wails:
'Al-Atash! Al-Atash! '
(I thirst! I thirst!)
They quench the earth,
Igniting life
Even in stone,
Until the barren hum
With hidden fire.

Droplets merge with melted snow,
Become rivers,
Carve through cliffs,
Caress villages,
Then journey home.
This ancient cycle
Will never cease—
So long as Al-Qadir's breath
Courses through the cosmos.

Indeed, Allah is over all things competent.

Like the human heart—
Beyond its keeper's grasp—
It pulses on
Until the Unseen Hour,
When Perfect Power
Will unveil Its majesty anew.

In every breeze,
Those who 'see' find a spark.
Their flowers bloom
With the scent of remembrance;
Their roots plunge deep
Into the soul's soil.

With each step,
They whisper Allah's names—
Hearts tender, brimming.
They gaze upon nature's face
With devotion.
Birdsong drips like light
Into their ears,
Sunbeams waltzing
Through open meadows.
All joy murmurs
To the untethered soul.

They wander
Where forest paths twist,
Breathing the fragrance
Of Al-Qadir's presence.
Each leaf a lesson,
Each shadow a prayer
For His boundless grace.

Ah! To love the green world
Is to embrace
Both calm and tempest—
To witness creation
As it truly is:
Al-Qadir's will made manifest,
A sacred, endless warmth.

So come,
Walk with seeing eyes,
Touch the earth gently,
And let your heart adore it.
For the lovers of the Divine,
Allah—with His mighty hands—
Crafted this radiant mystery,
And gave them vision
To perceive
The splendor in all things.

And listen—
If your soul does not resist,
If this call to Oneness
Does not burden you—
Then know:
The Lover has come as the Beloved—
The All is Him, and the seeker but a veil.