We Are The Mad Lovers Poem by Mystic Qalandar

We are the mad lovers —
born of resonant clay.
In our veins flows
an unending melody,
and in our blood beats
the rhythm of Alast.

Let the world hurl its wrath upon us —
we shall not turn from
the path of love.
Within us burns
a flame inextinguishable —
fearless, eternal,
overflowing with passion and ecstasy.

When our passions surge,
they strike the enemy's soul like lightning.
Our gaze is a sword —
yet no rebellion dwells in our hearts;
our souls still whisper: Yes.

Before us,
the chains of ego shiver.
Darkness, illusion, deceit —
all are unnerved.
Our youthful hearts
carry the gleam of dawn,
the call born from the light
of the eternal sun.

If a shadow falls
upon the land of our hearts,
we break it apart
like a lion roused from slumber.
We are the embodiment of freedom,
the steadfast pulse of endurance.

In our minds glows the imprint of Alast,
and in our consciousness breathes the truth:
I breathed into him of My Spirit.
No wall can silence us —
we are not carved from stone,
but shaped of lightning, melody,
and divine inspiration.

O you, lost in the glitter of the world —
do not underestimate us.
Within us rages the storm of oceans,
rests the silent majesty of mountains;
here the burning dreams of ascetics
find their dwelling.

Our soul is not mere submission —
it soars toward the heavens
as an eternal cry,
calling each morning:
Freedom. Awakening. Light.

We are the mad lovers —
children of divine winds,
unbreakable rays
of the midday sun.
Neither fear can break us,
nor sorrow —
we bloomed from God's first breath.

—October 9,2025