But you have entered my heart like the soul in the body.”
Everywhere, the dance of the sacrificial souls —
A rapture of the slain in ecstasy — the night where I was.
A fairy-formed beloved appeared — tall as a cypress, face a tulip in bloom —
That wight was the sun that scorched the hearts — the night where I was.
The watchers strained to catch the song, that wight dwelled in elegance, while I, in fear,
Could scarcely dare to speak — the night where I was.
God Himself was the master of that unworldly gathering —
And Muhammad, the lamp that lit the circle — the night where I was.
But everything changed when I realized the immense strength God has instilled in the human soul — the power to overcome even the most crushing trials.
This will no longer be my epitaph.
Because once you place your faith to God and you’ve defeated your only enemy by slamming their aim harshly to the ground- You have won and realized: Your legacy message must be revolutionary. 💪🏼
Translation of poem:
“To wash my hands of the water of life,
To abandon all hope of the soul’s healing —
These are not so hard to bear…
As living under the command of another’s will.”
The kingdom cannot understand His essence.
The heavens can weigh His greatness —
If the ocean could fit inside a jar.
I never beheld the radiance of youth in my own life —
Of youth, I’ve only heard tales from others.
From the cup of well-being, I’ve never sipped pure wine,
Nor have I plucked the blossom of joy from the branch of desire.
The heavens did not grant me these white hairs for free —
I have paid for each strand with the coin of my youth.
For every door we seek leads only to Your door.
The mountain swayed in rapture, nimble and light.
I calligraphed this at home in Kabul by the candle which was helping me see during an electricity outage done by vile humans.
The heavens will one day teach it for you through bitter trials.
I cease to be anything at all.
O you, who are nothing, for nothing, do not lose yourself in nothing.
For even the cleanest soul they may obscure.
The sun in its splendor, vast and bright,
A single cloud can veil from sight.
How would it feel? Value your energy and the paint and the time you have in hand today. Wouldn’t it be worth the feeling? I believe it will be bittersweet, but oh the trajectory of life !
I have paid for each strand with the coin of my youth.
And love for it is placed within their heart.
If one is meant to craft the mule’s saddle,
How could they ever weave silk or gold?
ندا آمد تو با پا آمدی باید بگردی برو با دل بیا تا من بگردم
I said to the Kaaba: “You are but clay, and I am clay as well —
Why then must I walk around you?”
A voice replied: “You came with your feet, so walk you must —
come with your heart… and I shall walk around you.”
A pain lives in this chest, as old as the world itself.
They spoke so much of justice and loyalty, yet never fulfilled it —
O Lord, how vast the distance between word and deed!
Blood drips from my eyes in this corner of patience —
This patience I endure is the very squeezing of my soul.
Do not stray from the path, O Shadow, for that precious jewel
Is a treasure buried beneath the feet of those who truly walk the way.
We sow no seed but of love and kindness.
It was only your love that I chose.
Now, the piece feels liberating. Peaceful. As if the figure stretched in the pursuit of freedom and attained it — disregarding chains.
I named it “Stretched until Liberation.”
I could. Everyone can ! 💪🏼
Noorin Khwaja Eshaan 