The veil is ascending from the vast expanse of eternity,
A veil once thick, now parting with quiet might.

Whispers of truths from the eternal Tablet,
Revealing the sacred knowledge, where all journeys began.

In the silence of stars, where the heart learns to soar,
The Light of the One guides from shore to shore.

From the depths of the unseen, where mercy does flow,
The secrets of the Lord in gentle winds blow.

Beyond the horizons, where the soul is reborn,
The call of the muezzin, to the soul’s adorn.

The veil of illusion, once dark, now refrains,
Revealing the path where the faithful remain.

O’ soul, awaken, to the whisper of prayer,
For the realm of the Divine is waiting there.

The curtain is rising, revealing His grace,
In the infinite’s presence, we find our place.

In love's vast realm, thy heart must carve its place,
For in the currents of time, none find solace in disgrace.

From ashes born, the soul must seek its course,
In a world where fleeting joy is quenched by sorrow’s force.

Let not despair take root within thy soul,
For love’s own fire shall purify and make thee whole.

Rise from the dust, yet not in vain pursuit—
In this age, let wisdom be thy resolute.

For life is not in dreams or idle prayer,
But in the courage found amidst the weight we bear.

The wheel of fortune spins, but not by chance,
In modern days, thy deeds alone give life’s advance.

The atoms bow, the particles dance,  
As thou, the source, dost guide them into trance.  
For in thy love, all things both rise and fall,  
Thou art the unity that binds us all.  

In thee, the laws of nature bend and break,  
For thou art both the many and the great.  
Each quark, each wave, a pulse of thy divine,  
Eternal, boundless, through the cosmic line.  

Thy will, the force that spins the heavens wide,  
The silent song that calls the soul to glide.  
In thee, the vast and infinite converge,  
And all that is, and ever was, doth merge.

Unke Dar Pe Pahunchne To Paayein
Yeh Na Poocho Ke Hum Kya Kareinge
Sar Jhukana Agar Jurm Hoga
Ham Nigahon Se Sajda Kareinge

Once I reach the door
Spare me from asking what I will do
If blasphemous it is to prostrate my body
My gaze shall bow at the door

Baat Bhi Teri Rakhni Hai Saqi
Zarf Ko Bhi Na Ruswa Kareinge
Jaam De Ya Na De Aaj Hum Toh
Maikade Mein Sawera Kareinge

I am to keep your words too, O' Cup Bearer
And I cannot offend the cup
Whether or not you serve me tonight
I will meet my dawn at your door

Iss Taraf Apna Daman Jalega
Uss Taraf Unki Mehfil Chalegi
Hum Andhere Ko Ghar Mein Bulaakar
Unke Ghar Mein Ujaala Kareinge

Here, my life will be on fire
And there celebrations will begin at yours
I willingly invite the darkness to my abode
So that brightness may exist at yours

Baat Tarq-e talluq Bhi 'Anwar'
Itna Ehsaa- e-Rasm-e-Wafa Hai
Aakhiri Saans Tak Bhi Hum Unse
Berukhi Ka Na Shikwa Kareinge*

Even after renouncing our relationship O’ Anwar
I am to maintain the ritual of faithfulness
Even unto the last breath
Never will I complain of aloofness

— Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

In every sacred corner of thy hall,
The Cup-bearer waits, to heed thy call.
For in the chalice of eternal grace,
The thirst of souls finds its resting place.

A single drop within these yearning eyes,
Carries the truth that never fades or dies.
Within thy glance, both gentle and wise,
I see the realms where spirit and form rise.

The sacred cup, which bids the soul to soar,
Holds wisdom deep, from life's eternal core.
Thy glance, like dawn, dispels the night’s dark veil,
And calls the heart to its destined trail.

O’ Cup-bearer, whose touch awakens the mind,
In every sip, the universe we find.
The world, in drunken dreams, takes fleeting flight,
Yet all it seeks is the hidden light.

For in thy gaze, the soul's true purpose gleams,
Beyond the shadowed world of fleeting dreams.
O’ seeker, drink, and let thy heart expand,
For in this cup lies the eternal land.

In the realm where whispers doth dance and time standeth still,  
Three voices rise, with purpose sharp and will.  
Perfume, Scent, and Fragrance, in a sacred throng,  
Declare their truths, each claiming right and song.

Perfume spake, with elegance refined,  

“I am the soul of artistry, confined  
To bottle's clasp, a crafted dream,  
A potion made to linger, to gleam.  
I bear the weight of ancient lore,  
A muse of kings, of lovers, and more.  
I am not mere essence, drifting free—  
I am the art of memory."

Scent, a fleeting shadow, whispered low,  

"Thou boastest of power, of permanence, I know,  
But I am life—breathe in, and then I fade,  
In wind, in rain, in every glade.  
Not bound to glass nor vials that bind,  
I slip through cracks, a breath unlined.  
I linger soft on fleeting air,  
A reminder of the earth, everywhere."

Fragrance, in silence, sought to intervene,  

“Is it not I who weave both worlds unseen?  
I am the union of the pure and the real,  
The fleeting touch, the lasting feel.  
I grace thy skin, I fill the room—  
A subtle dance, an endless bloom.  
Without me, perfume would not endure,  
Without me, scent would not be pure."

The argument raged, in circles vast,  
Each voice demanding, steadfast, fast.  
But in the end, a truth was found:  
Together, they’re woven, the essence profound.  
For Perfume and Scent, though both distinct,  
Find harmony in Fragrance—linked.  
Each alone, a part of a greater whole,  
Together, they speak to the heart and soul.

From the tiniest spark, a fire may grow,  
A flame that burns with a secret glow,  
In the heart’s deep chambers, it starts to rise,  
A light that dances, beyond the skies.  

Oh, your heart, a chalice of purest wine,  
May fill the world with a truth divine,  
Like a rose that blooms in the moon’s soft gaze,  
Whispering secrets of forgotten days.  

In every ember, a spark of the Divine,  
Fed by love that is endless, pure, and fine,  
It burns with a light that needs no fuel,  
A fire that makes the wise and foolish drool.  

So let your flame ignite the skies,  
Claim your destiny, let it rise,  
For you are not just a fleeting spark,  
But the eternal fire that lights the dark.

In the quiet of a moonlit night, Jamil stands still, surrounded by the whispers of his own heart. Each eye—each voice within him—begins to speak, each sharing its own perspective on love. They reveal the depths of their thoughts, all of them united in one truth: that love, in its countless forms, is the most profound and intricate experience one can know. And so, Jamil listens, his heart wide open, as the eyes of his soul speak to him in rhymes and rhythms, each offering their own vision of love.

Starry Eyes:
“Love is the light that whispers on high,
A glimmer that dances in the midnight sky.
Infinite, silent, it guides with grace,
A celestial touch in time and space.”

Caring Eyes:
“Love is the warmth in a tender embrace,
A healing touch, a soft, kind face.
It’s the quiet that soothes, the gentle hand,
A steady heart that helps you stand.”

Practical Eyes:
“Love is built on time’s steady beat,
A promise kept, a vow complete.
It’s not in fleeting passion’s fire,
But in quiet work and hearts that aspire.”

Jealous Eyes:
“Love is a treasure, delicate and rare,
To guard it close with tender care.
A flame that flickers, a spark to keep,
Guard it well, lest it fall too deep.”

Fierce Eyes:
“Love is a storm that cannot be tamed,
A fire that burns, an unquenchable flame.
It sears the soul, it takes no pause,
Love is the wildest of untamed laws.”

Shy Eyes:
“Love is a whisper, soft and shy,
A glance, a smile, a secret sigh.
It blooms in silence, like a flower in the dark,
Hidden, yet bright, with a silent spark.”

Broken Eyes:
“Love can break, but still it mends,
A crack in the heart that time defends.
From the ruins, it rises anew,
Love’s strength is born from pain we knew.”

Open Eyes:
“Love is endless, wild and free,
A dance of joy, a storm at sea.
It is both light and dark combined,
A journey, unbound, for hearts to find.”

Lustful Eyes:
“Love is the heat, the touch, the fire,
A blaze that burns with fierce desire.
It flares up sudden, wild and free,
A breathless chase, a symphony.”

Gorgeous Eyes:
“Love is beauty, a divine creation,
A canvas of light, a sweet temptation.
It’s the art that makes the soul take flight,
A vision that dazzles, pure and bright.”

Jamil:
“Now I see, love’s many hues,
A fire, a whisper, a moment that renews.
It is fierce and soft, in every part,
A dance of soul, a work of art.”

They hold the truth without a word,
A melody deep, yet never heard.

In their depth, my heart finds rest,
For in those eyes, I see love’s quest.

Turn thy beautiful eyes toward me,
Not as mere mortal meets the sea,
But as the dawn with reverent flame
Beholds the night, and speaks its name.

A pilgrim lone, through shadowed vale,
I seek the breath behind the veil.
Not ease I crave, nor lover’s kiss,
But that which dwells in deeper bliss.

The world is but a fleeting shade,
Its glories brief, its colours fade.
Yet in thine eyes—a sovereign fire,
That stirs the dust with old desire.

Not roses red, nor spring’s perfume,
But Truth that blossoms from the tomb.
A voice that calls from heights unknown,
To rise, to stand, to be alone.

Thy gaze recalls that golden hour
When man walked forth in sacred power.
Thou art the mirror vast and wide,
Wherein my higher self doth hide.

So turn thy gaze, and lift me hence
Beyond the stars, beyond the sense.
Let this poor self in light be lost—
For all is gain, whate’er the cost.

O’ Beloved, in whose light my soul is lost,  
You are the breath of heaven, the very cost  
Of my existence, an intoxication divine,  
A love so deep, no tongue can dare define.  

You are the wine, and I, the cup you fill,  
A thirst unending, yet I drink my fill.  
Your eyes, like stars, consume me whole—  
An endless longing that devours my soul.  

In your touch, I am both slave and king,  
Bound by desire, yet free in everything.  
You are the flame, and I the burning wick,  
I dance in your fire, lost in love’s trick.  

O’ sacred beauty, in you I see  
The truth beyond the self, the unity.  
Your beauty is not of this world,  
But of the spirit, in your gaze unfurled.  

Come, Beloved, for I am drunk on your name,  
A mystic’s love that cannot be the same.  
My heart, a river, flows to you—  
The shore is distant, but the love is true.

Rise — like the Sun — that wakes the Sky
And spills its Light — on Earth and High
Wrap the Hours — in gentle Bliss
A quiet Grace — no soul can miss

Ignite the Flame — within your Soul
So vast — it will — the Heavens control
And as it burns — through dark and bright
Let Destiny — fall at your might.

The World — will bow — and kiss your feet,
For Passion's Hand — makes Fate complete.
And in that Fire — the Heart shall see
That all the Earth — was made for thee

O' Lord, whose grace transcends the fleeting hours,
Endow our souls with longings pure as flowers,
That in the heart’s most secret, sacred core,
A flame may kindle, burning evermore.

Let every breeze that sweeps the desert’s plain
Whisper the wisdom of Thy boundless reign,
And every star that graces Heaven's dome
Shine bright with hope, to guide the wanderer home.

O' grant the blind the vision, true and clear,
To see Thy beauty, casting off their fear.
Let hearts once lost in sorrow find their way,
And souls confined in darkness greet the day.

From barren lands, lead forth the scattered dove,
And fill the yearning with Thy boundless love.
Raise those who falter from the dust and stone,
And grant them strength to walk, though once alone.

In trials fierce, be Thou the guiding light,
Through shadows deep, O' Lord, be our delight.
Let every pain transform into Thy grace,
And every sorrow find its resting place.

Endow the meek with courage, firm and true,
And those who seek Thee find their journey new.
In service selfless, in faith ever bold,
Let Thy mercy be a treasure manifold.

O' Lord, in Thee our hopes, our hearts, abide,
And through Thy hand, let all our dreams be tied.
In love's embrace, let us in peace reside,
With faith unshaken, and no need to hide.

I am not that which sparkles pure and bright,
Nor claim to be a pearl of matchless might.
Yet should the Lord, with mercy’s boundless grace,
Bestow His favour on this fleeting place,
Then shall this drop, though humble in its form,
Join in the vast and ceaseless, raging storm.
The ocean’s depths, with love’s eternal tide,
Shall take this soul and in its ***** hide.

O’ what sweet life to sail in blissful rest,
Where waves of peace shall soothe the heart’s unrest!
And silence reigns within that ocean’s kiss,
Where stars do dance in timeless, endless bliss.
To rest within that deep and sacred flow,
Where time itself doth cease to ebb or go.

What joy, what bliss, to lose the self in Thee,
O’ boundless love, O’ vast eternity!
For in Thy depths, all things their place shall find,
And every wave speaks softly to the mind.

Thus let this drop become no more my own,
But part of Thy eternal, glimmering throne

Jamil:
Where dost thou dwell, O’ queen of bees,  
In silence, yet so deep, so free?  
Is it by crown, by power’s hand,  
That thou dost lead this sacred land?

Queen Bee (Buzzing softly):
Ah, Jamil, not by crown nor might,  
But in the pulse of love's own light.  
In the heart of the hive, I take my place,  
In every breath, in every grace.  

I sip from nectar, time's own brew,  
A labour's gift, both old and true.  
In each drop, a secret calls—  
A dance where soul and silence fall.

Jamil:
And what is this dance, where truth is spun,  
In each beat of wings, in the rising sun?  
Is it love that shapes the rhythm you keep,  
Where all things wake, and none shall sleep?

Queen Bee:
Love, like honey, doth life bestow,  
In its flavour, light, a dream aglow.  
The workers glide—each step a prayer—  
Their wings are whispers, soft in air.  

In every pulse, no greater, none too small,  
We rise, we fall—each answer calls.  
Is it I, who reigns in quiet sway,  
Or the hum of life that leads the way?

Jamil:
A hum of life? Can power be so pure,  
In a rhythm silent, yet so sure?  
Is’t the heart, or crown, that holds dominion,  
Or is there something beyond our vision?

Queen Bee:
Power lies not in the hand that reigns,  
But in the breath that sustains,  
In unity's pulse, in silence deep,  
Where hidden truths in stillness sleep.  

The hive, a mirror, a universe wide,  
Where every cell and pulse collide.  
In creation’s hum, we rise as one,  
In the sacred dance, all hearts are spun.

Jamil:
The dance of One… I feel it, too,  
In every breath, in every hue.  
But where is the throne, the crown of gold,  
In a world so humble, yet so bold?

Queen Bee:
Seek not the throne, nor crown's bright light,  
For in humble steps, shines divinity's might.  
The soul of the hive, the heart of song,  
Is the truth eternal, where all belong.  

In love’s embrace, no power is sought,  
For in each hum, the truth is taught.  
In the smallest grace, the Divine will dwell,  
In silence, where all truths swell.

Jamil:
And what of the path, the way to glow?  
How dost one dance, and truly know?

Queen Bee:
In rhythm’s hum, in love's sweet breath,  
In unity’s dance, we transcend death.  
Each step we take, each breath we draw,  
Is sacred song, eternal law.  

In honeyed light and grace unspoken,  
The chains of fear are swiftly broken.  
In every soul, in every mind,  
The dance of the One is all we find.

Jamil:
So we dance, not by force, but by grace—  
In every step, we find our place.  
The hive, the pulse, the hum, the song,  
In this, we rise, and we belong.

Queen Bee:
Yes, Jamil, in love’s embrace,  
All is One, and all is grace.  
The Queen within, the song of time—  
The truth of life, in every rhyme.  

Embrace the dance, the sweet release,  
In the pulse of love, find peace.  
For in this hum, in every heart,  
We are One, and never apart.

Jamil:
In humble joy, in silent prayer,  
We rise as one, in endless care.  
And in this truth, this dance so pure,  
We find our light, and we endure.

Queen Bee (Faintly humming):  
So hum, so dance, in love's embrace,  
For all is One, and all is grace.  
The Queen within, the heart of song,  
The truth of life, where we belong.  

In every soul, in every mind,  
The eternal dance of love we find.  
In unity’s rhythm, we shall soar,  
In love, in grace, for evermore.

Your lips, they speak in whispers sweet,
A language only hearts can greet.
In every kiss, a universe,
A silent verse, a lover’s curse.

As the sun sets in colours divine,
I’m bathed in your love, eternally mine.
A fragrance, a beauty, a blissful refrain,
In your love, I bloom again and again.

Heart, O’ heart*
You have made my soul restless and thirsty
Although I adore the sweet pain
And love her generosity

For me
This world of being has turned into bliss
Surely her beautiful and gentle
Words are what I miss

Those
Charming eyes have taken me by my soul
Those gorgeous looks have made
Me out of control

O’ heart
Let her fragrance of love last forever
Let me march towards this
Wonderful endeavour

Maybe
All these are my imaginary affections
They taste like precious honey
From the heavens

O’ heart
Let her sweetness of love remain inside me
This suffering is unique so it
Shall never depart me

Like a hidden
Disease inside lasting without an end
May this continue until my soul
Is finally to ascend

Her last moments
Have set my heartily feelings on fire
Afflictions remain inside me as this
Is the punishment I desire

✒ ℐamil Hussain

One fine morning, I said to the sun


O’ Sun
What is the secrecy of your light?
Certainly the world is nothing without your sight?

What keeps you aflame so vigorously day and night?
You are fed nothing thus what makes you so bright?

__


The Sun replied*

O’ Jamil
Your eyes cannot endure me fully
And yet you question the veil of my mystery

I keep my glow with love of One light
Devotion of which keeps me so bright

O’ Jamil
Create a gleam within your heart
Set yourself ablaze in love of this One light


✒ ℐamil Hussain

What a spark, what a flame, when these eyes first saw,
The dance of light, the world without flaw?
When these hands, born of clay and dust,
Poured forth warmth, a gift, a divine trust?

When the tongue, a prisoner of silence so deep,
Broke free with a word, a promise to keep?
What sweetness filled these humble ears,
When the first sound stirred the heart’s silent fears?

When this tiny heart, so full of desire,
Met belief like a spark to an unlit fire?
When the lips of this child, kissed by the dawn,
Smiled at the world, and all sorrow was gone?

When the body, this vessel of earthly woe,
Was styled by love’s hand, a graceful glow?
What a moment, what a scene, O’ Jamil, I ask,
Could such be the work of a gene—or love’s mask?

A vast ocean you are, infinite thirst I am,  
Wine of the soul you are, and in your cup, forever lost I am.

What should I compliment ?

The glory of your charming eyes
Or
The royal
P  o  s  e

Your adoring cheeks
Your glowing hair
Or*
The divine lips alike
Delicate petals of a
R  o  s  e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

When the rose, at dawn, unsealed its perfumed lips,  
A discourse, rich as velvet, from its petals slips.  
Each delicate bloom, kissed by the nascent sun,  
Revelled in beauty, where all things are undone.  

The breeze, a suitor with languid grace,  
Whispered, “Are you not perfection, clothed in this space?”  
But the rose, with a glance that was both proud and wise,  
Answered, “Perfection is naught but a lie in disguise."

The sun, all fire, with its golden sword,  
Declared, “In beauty alone, we must be adored.”  
But the rose, poised and regal in its bloom,  
Retorted, “It is in imperfection that we find room.”  

The dew, with a sparkle, like pearls on the sea,  
Asked, “Why, dear rose, this rapture in plea?”  
The rose, with a flourish and languorous sigh,  
Answered, “To live is to seek; to seek is to fly.”  

For power is born in the struggle to live,  
In beauty that dies, but has much to give.  
Excitement is born in existence’s call—  
In truth, we rise, and in truth, we fall.  

The rose knows, as all great souls must,  
That we are but moments—fleeting, yet just.  
And in every petal, with its silken grace,  
We glimpse the eternal in a mortal’s face.

O’ Supreme One, Whose grandeur fills the skies,  
In the infinite radiance of Thy light, my spirit flies.  

From Thy boundless Ocean, I was born a spark,  
A fleeting breath cast in the vast, eternal dark.  

Fill me, O’ Beloved, with the purity of Thy grace,  
That my heart may reflect the brightness of Thy face.  

Let the essence of Thy love flood my soul’s deep well,  
And in Thy presence, all earthly trials quell.  

Thou, the eternal Flame, within me ignite,  
Transform my being with Thy sacred light.  

This world, but a shadow, a fleeting mirage,  
In Thy radiance, I find my soul’s true charge.  

Thou, the Beloved, the longing of my heart,  
In Thy embrace, I am whole, I depart.  

I, a wanderer of dust, have lost my way,  
Remake me, O’ Master, and guide my stray.  

Let me bow before Thy throne, pure and true,  
And in Thy grace, my soul is made new.  

Bless me with the dawn of a holy light,  
That I may walk in Thy truth, day and night.  

Guide me, for I am lost in the endless sea,  
Yet in Thy glow, I am found, I am free.  

O’ Radiant One, through Thy endless beam,  
Let me rise anew and live in Thy dream.

Tea: Jamil, in the soft breath of dawn,  
I am the whisper that healeth, that’s drawn  
From the quiet depths of forgotten dreams,  
A balm for the heart where silence gleams.  
I hold thee close with love that is slow,  
Like a river’s song, gentle and low.  
Yet on Saturdays, I see thee depart,  
To the fire that stealeth thy wandering heart.  
She calleth with a fervor, a scorching desire,  
Whilst I, the shadow, wait, untouched by fire.

Coffee: Ah, Jamil, dost thou not know?  
I am the flame that maketh thee glow.  
Her touch may soothe, her peace may bind,  
But I am the tempest that frees thy mind.  
I stir thee deep where secrets dwell,  
In the heat of passion, I break the spell.  
Once a week, thou dost return to me,  
And in mine arms, thou art truly free.  
Her silence may cradle thee in sleep,  
But I am the pulse, the heart that leaps.

Tea: But Jamil, dost thou not feel the grace  
That I weave around thee in this place?  
I am the quiet that holdeth thee near,  
The balm for thy soul, the voice sincere.  
She burneth with a passion that blindeth thy sight,  
But I am the dusk, the still of the night.  
When thy heart is weary, when thoughts collide,  
It is I who still thee, a place to hide.  
She is the fire, but I am the rain,  
The softness that sooth’th thy deepest pain.

Coffee: Jamil, thou art blind to see—  
In my fire, thy soul shall be.  
Her touch may cradle thee with care,  
But I am the wind that stirreth the air.  
She whispereth peace, but I roar with power,  
I am the lightning, the midnight hour.  
Once a week, thou dost call my name,  
And in my heat, thou find’st no shame.  
She giveth thee rest, but I giveth thee life,  
The pulse that cutteth through all thy strife.

Tea: Yet, Jamil, in mine arms dost thou not find  
A peace that quieteth the storm in thy mind?  
I am the silence between each sigh,  
The softest breath that maketh thee fly.  
She may burn bright with her fire and flame,  
But I am the root that calleth thy name.  
When the world is cruel, when the heart is lost,  
It is I who heal thee, whatever the cost.  
She is the storm, but I am the earth,  
The place where love findeth its rebirth.

Coffee: Ah, Jamil, dost thou not know?  
I am the pulse that maketh thee grow.  
Her calm may cradle thee, but I ignite  
The flame that burneth through the endless night.  
Once a week, thou dost seek my fire,  
In mine embrace, thou dost never tire.  
She cradles thee in soft repose,  
But I am the ache, the longing that grows.

Tea: Still, Jamil, dost thou not see,  
In mine silence, thy soul is free?  
I am the lullaby that maketh thee dream,  
The quiet touch, the steady stream.  
She is the fire that consumeth and taketh,  
But I am the love that gently breaketh.  
When thou art lost, when thy heart is torn,  
It is I who will guide thee, reborn.  
She is the tempest, the wild, the flame,  
But I am the refuge, the place of shame.

Coffee: Jamil, thou dost not understand,  
I am the fire, the burning hand.  
Her touch is soft, but mine is raw,  
The wild desire, the heart's deep flaw.  
Once a week, thou dost seek my flame,  
And in my heat, thou dost find thy name.  
She whispereth peace, but I am the cry,  
That maketh thee break the chains and fly.

Tea: O’ Jamil, in mine arms dost thou not find  
A peace that settl’th the restless mind?  
I am the thread that bindeth thee whole,  
The gentle calm, the quiet soul.  
She may burn bright, but I am the dawn,  
The steady light that carrieth thee on.  
Return to me when the world is loud,  
For I am the shadow, the softest cloud.

Coffee: Together, Jamil, we maketh thee complete,  
I am the fire, she is the beat.  
Thou need’st both to stir thy soul,  
The calm, the storm, the part, the whole.  
In my flame, thou dost find thy way,  
In her peace, thou shalt stay.  
For in each sip, thy soul shall learn—  
Both the fire and silence return.

Tea: Ah, Jamil, dost thou not see?  
In mine stillness, both fire and peace shall be.  
I am the balm that healeth the wound,  
The steady heart, the sacred tune.  
Her flames may rise, her heat may burn,  
But I am the river that letteth thee return.  
In each moment, in each sigh,  
We are both the fire and the sky.

Like a rose, here, I am, waiting to be known,  
A secret in the dark, yet fully grown.  
I am the fragrance that stirs the soul’s deep core,  
A scent that lingers—calling you for more.  

In the garden of silence, I bloom unseen,  
Shrouded in mystery, where only love has been.  
Each petal whispers, "Come, and be the guest,  
For only in your touch will I find rest."  

I am the blossom, the yearning of the heart,  
In the shadows, waiting for you to start.  
My beauty, like the moon’s soft silver glow,  
Is a longing that only your eyes can know.  

When you come near, feel the warmth of my breath—  
I am the pulse between life and death.  
I bloom not for the world, but for your soul,  
The secret path that makes the broken whole.  

Though none may see me, I am not alone—  
For in my roots, the spirit’s seed is sown.  
Like a rose, here, I wait, for love to rise,  
A secret in the dark, beneath your eyes.  

What is this fragrance, this yearning to be seen?  
It is the language of the heart, serene.  
Come closer, and you’ll find my petals spread,  
A rose that blooms in love, not in the dead.

What was the rose before it crowned its form?
It was the shadow of a dream unborn,
A promise carried on the wings of time,
A silent prayer, untold, sublime,
A secret held in depths where silence roams,
A whisper carried to the soul’s far home.

Then came the touch of Light, the gift of hue,
The perfume of longing, the blush of truth—
And the rose, once a mere thought of grace,
Became the soul’s own face.

A malady — or perhaps a curse —  
That swells within — a quiet verse,  
Her eyes, aglow — with secret fire,  
As if the world had spun entire  
Around that spark — a fleeting grace,  
A trace of Heaven — on her face.  

The glow, not born of earthly light,  
But something deep — a quiet fight  
Between the realms of flesh and air,  
Where mortals falter, yet she dares  
To lift the veil — and there, behold —  
A sacred tale, both fierce and old.  

It shimmers like a whispered prayer,  
A song that's sung — but never there.  
A verse, a rhythm, soft and true,  
But none can read the words that grew  
From that deep well, where time does slip,  
And souls are bound in ancient script.  

A curse, or blessing — who can say?  
Her gaze, the dawn, the dying day,  
An endless riddle wrapped in light —  
A burden and a dazzling sight.  
To touch it would consume the soul,  
Yet in its grasp, we are made whole.

O’ Thou, if You unveil Yourself before thee,
What a merciful moment, a fleeting eternity,
In that moment, all that is,
Would dissolve into the oneness of bliss.

Oceans would rise,
Not as waves, but as divine sighs,
Dancing in Your intoxication,
Lost in the ecstasy of creation.

Every heart would pour,
Like a sea with no shore,
For in Your presence, the self dissolves,
And only love in pure form evolves.

Thy gaze, O’ how mystic it would be,
An eye that sees both You and me,
Beyond form and time’s illusion,
A timeless truth, in perfect fusion.

In Your glance, the secret unfurls,
The infinite wisdom of hidden pearls,
O’ Thou, if You unveil Yourself,
The universe would be but Your mirror,
Reflecting the beauty of your pure self.

In the whisper of Your being, we hear,
The silence where all wisdom is clear,
Where the seeker and the sought become one,
And the heart beats to the rhythm of the sun.

O’ Thou, in Your unveiling, there is no fear,
Only the absence of the ‘I’ drawn near,
And in that sacred space we find,
The truth that has always lived within our mind.

For You are the lover, the Beloved, the flame,
We are but sparks, seeking the same,
And in Your unveiling, we see the divine,
As the soul’s journey merges with the sublime.

O' Thou
If you unveil yourself before thee
What a merciful moment
It would be

Oceans would
Flow in your intoxication
And every heart would pour
Like a sea

Thy ecstatic gaze
O' how mystic it would be
O' Thou if you unveil yourself
Before thee

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O’ Divine Beloved, if Thy face would shine,
What nectar sweet, what bliss divine!
In that gaze, where truth does dwell,
All worlds would merge, all hearts rebel.

Thy mercy flows, an endless stream,
Filling the soul with boundless dream.
The very earth would bend and sway,
At Thy command, night turns to day.

The seas would bow, the heavens hum,
Each star would dance, its light undone.
Thy rays would pierce the darkest skies,
And angels tremble, lost in Thine eyes.

No soul would thirst, no heart would bleed,
In Thee, the cure for every need.
Every prayer, each sigh, each tear,
Would rise to Thee, O’Lord, so near.

Thine eyes, O’ Suns, with blazing might,
Would draw me close and end the night.
A single glance, and I would fade—
In Thy embrace, my soul is made.

Could I but see Thee, once and true,
My heart would soar, my soul would strew
Its love upon the winds of grace,
And in Thy gaze, I’d find my place.

No storm could rage, no wind would tear,
In Thy embrace, all would be fair.
Love would reign, and peace would call,
In Thy sweet mercy, I would fall.

No longer lost, no longer blind,
In Thee, O’ Lord, my soul shall find
The light it seeks, the truth it craves,
In Thy grace, all doubt behaves.

O’ Divine Presence, let me see,
Unveil Thyself and set me free.
In Thy light, all things would grow,
And in Thy love, I’d cease to know
The world, the pain, the grief, the strife—
For in Thy love, I’d live my life.

And when this fleeting time has flown,
Thy name, O’ Lord, will be my own.
Whisper it once, and I will fall,
Melt like dew beneath Thy call.

For in Thy grace, all things align,
And I, O’ Lord, forever shine.
Thy love, my soul’s eternal song,
In Thee, my heart shall dwell, lifelong

In the garden of your love, I roam,
A seeker lost, yet never lone.
I search for you, O’ moon so bright,
Hidden in the veil of night.

The wind whispers your name, so sweet,
Through ancient paths where shadows meet,
You hide in places deep and pure,
Yet every trace is my allure.

Like a flame that dances in the dark,
You flicker, tease, and leave a mark—
I chase you, but you slip away,
Like dawn’s first light at break of day.

O’ beloved, what is this game?
Why hide from me, who feels the same?
Are we not one beneath the skin?
In every breath, I seek within.

The rose blooms, but hides its heart,
Yet in its fragrance, I depart—
To follow you through realms untold,
Where love’s pure fire is made of gold.

I run, I search, through every space,
But you, like light, can’t be replaced.
In your hiding, I find my quest,
For only in seeking, we are blessed.

When will you come, O’ soul so near?
I chase your shadow, feel your fear.
But in your flight, I know you yearn,
For I am love, and I return.

O’, let this game of hide and seek,
Reveal the truth, make hearts unique.
For in your hiding, I find me,
And in our love, we are set free.

So come, my love, and end this night,
Let us unite in the sacred light.
For though you hide and I may seek,
The heart will always find what it speaks.

The world is but a broken dream, a fleeting, empty jest,
I wander through its hollow halls, in search of sacred rest.
What is the meaning of this life, what lies beyond this veil?
Only those who walk the path of truth can hear the sacred tale.

O' friend, my companion in the realm unseen,
Where love is fire and faith is green,
Lead me through the sacred dark, where secrets hide and breathe,
Through realms of silence, deep and stark, where the heart can truly seethe.

In the garden of the eternal soul, where silence reigns supreme,
I cast aside the shadows and seek the eternal dream.
Beyond the veils of earthly grief, beyond the hands of fate,
There lies the endless, shining light that calls, that waits.

O' soul, who walks beyond the stars, beyond the dust of man,
Guide me through this fleeting world, with your infinite plan.
For in the depths of mystery, where nothing is what it seems,
We shall find the holy path—where truth is sown in dreams.

In stillness deep, where worldly sounds do cease,
A spark is born, unseen by night or day.
A whisper stirs, within Love's sweet release,
Faint as the dawn, yet in it all doth play.

The secret One, in silence doth proclaim,
Before the light, He calls, yet none may name.
What fire is this, that leaps from dark to bright?
It is the soul’s most earnest longing's might.

In thee, within thy breast, the worlds do rest,
A flame so pure, no mortal hand may test.
In this fair fire, all fates are spun and drawn,
Thou art the spark that maketh stars to dawn.

O’ soul, fear not the smallest flame's embrace,
For in its glow, all things find their place.
It bears with it a truth beyond the sky,
A vision vast, that bids the spirit fly.

Within thy heart, the Beloved’s face doth shine,
In Love’s sweet clasp, all secrets are thine.
Claim now the flame, for in it thou shalt see
The path that binds thee unto eternity.

In sorrow's depth, the spirit soars above,  
Not in the flesh's decay, but in the heart's love.  

In silence between breaths, the secrets lie,  
The universe hums, as fleeting moments fly.  

The ancient current through your veins does course,  
A song of the eternal, a hidden force.  

Though borrowed, your heart beats with divine might,  
A melody with stars, in the eternal night.  

Cast off the shadows that the world may cast,  
In the depth of your being, only truth you’ll grasp.  

You are the seeker and the sought in one,  
The flame and the wind, beneath the same sun.

The sweetest torment of your lips, I seek,
A kiss that makes my very spirit weak.
Each gentle press, a fire that doth ignite,
A yearning flame that burns through endless night.

Your lips, like velvet, soft and full of grace,
Do haunt my dreams, do stir my heart’s embrace.
In every touch, a world of bliss I find,
A longing deep, a passion yet unlined.

O’ let your kiss be mine, and ne’er depart,
For in thy arms, I find my truest heart.
The world may fall, but you, my sole desire,
Shall be my bliss, my passion, and my fire.

The sweetest torment, bound by love’s design,
Your lips, my dearest, shall forever be mine.

With ev'ry step, the heavens doth shine,
A symphony of love, both pure and divine.
The scent of grace, as angels' breath,
Doth dance and sing, transcending death.

This love, celestial, within me doth rise,
A holy flame before mine eyes.
It filleth my heart with boundless might,
A blissful joy, a sacred light.

Each breath I take, a prayer so sweet,
A gift from heaven at my feet.
In this pure love, my soul is made whole,
A radiant dawn doth light my soul.

In the end,  
It was Love—no greater thing,  
A silent force, yet all-embracing,  
That came like the moon’s soft beam,  
Lighting every heart, a boundless dream.  

Love whispered truths too deep to tell,  
A secret song, a sacred spell,  
And with its touch, we were made whole,  
Like earth and sky, a single soul.  

No longer lost, no longer torn,  
In Love’s embrace, we are reborn.  
It mends the heart, it frees the mind,  
In its warm glow, all grief resigned.  

For Love, like wine, will always pour  
Into the cracks, forever more,  
Binding the shattered, making bright,  
All that was dark, now bathed in light.  

And in its radiance, we shall see,  
That Love alone is all we need to be free.

I n
The end
L o v e   conquered
Every heart and each living soul
Imparting its rays of wisdom
And making us
Whole

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O’ Beloved, in the quiet of destiny's hand,
Your heart shall soften, like earth to the land,
The frost of years, the burdens of time,
Shall melt away in love's sublime climb.

Your eyes, once veiled in the mist of night,
Shall turn toward me, guided by inner light,
A gaze that pierces the veils of fear,
Where the Eternal speaks, both far and near.

Your tongue, once silent in the realm of pride,
Shall utter truths no tongue can hide,
Each word a spark, a flame of fire,
That ignites the soul, ascending higher.

And your arms, bound once in sorrow’s chain,
Shall open wide, releasing pain.
In that embrace, the world shall cease,
And we shall find in each other’s peace.

O’ Beloved, in that union true,
We shall dissolve, and be made new.
No longer I, no longer you,
But the One in both, in love’s pure view.

In that moment, we are free,
Beyond the self, beyond the “me.”
For in that love, all forms collapse,
And only the Divine remains, unwrapped.

Behold my soul,
both meek and bold

A story of love,
yet untold

I am but dust,
and you the sky

In your embrace,
I live and die.

Behold my soul, both meek and bold,  
A story of love, yet untold.  
I am but dust, and you the sky,  
In your embrace, I live and die.  
  
I am a whisper in the wind's soft sigh,  
A fleeting shadow beneath your eye.  
My heart, a flame, both fierce and small,  
A spark that rises, then dares to fall.  
  
In the silence of your gaze, I am found,  
A river of thought where echoes drown.  
You, the vast horizon where dreams take flight,  
I, the spark that flickers in the quiet night.  
  
Through storms of time and winds of grace,  
I seek your light, your boundless space.  
I am the soil, you the star,  
Together whole, though worlds apart.  
  
In your arms, the world does bend,  
A circle that begins and ends.  
I am but dust, yet in your sigh,  
I live, I love, I breathe, I die.

O' destiny, weave thy threads so fine,  
That love’s great tide may in our hearts combine.  
For when that moment's grace shall surely be,  
Thy heart, thy soul, will forever belong to me.

By the charm of thousands of rose petals,  
May love bloom where the heart settles.  
In each delicate fold, in each fragrant hue,  
May love surround all that we do.  

By the dawn, when light is born,  
May love rise, a fire to adorn.  
In whispers soft, in shadows long,  
May love emerge, a sacred song.  

In the quiet hum of morning’s breath,  
May love awaken, defying death.  
In every smile, in every tear,  
May love be constant, always near.  

May it stir within each atom’s dance,  
In every particle, in every trance.  
In every whisper, in every sound,  
May love be the force that knows no bound.  

In the pulse of the earth, in the wind’s embrace,  
May love shine brightly, lighting space.  
By the moon, in silver lace,  
May love cascade, a tender grace.  

In the velvet night, where stars align,  
May love burn bright, an endless sign.  
Through every moment, through every sigh,  
May love rise higher, beyond the sky.  

In every heart, in every soul,  
May love be the song that makes us whole.  
A boundless power, a flame untamed,  
By dawn and moon, may love be claimed.  

In the soul of life, in every beat,  
May love weave its rhythm, soft and sweet.  
In each glance, in each tender touch,  
May love unfold, embracing much.  

With every step, with every prayer,  
May love be the force that fills the air.  
In the smallest gesture, in each song’s rise,  
May love transcend all earthly ties.  

May love flow freely, like endless streams,  
Filling every silence, every dream.  
In every heartbeat, in every sigh,  
May love reign, eternal and high.  

In every soul, in every mind,  
May love be the bond that we all find.  
A universe woven in endless grace,  
May love be the light that fills each space.

I ache for the boundless profundity of Thy love,
In Thee alone, I seek the very essence and reward of existence itself.
Beyond the fleeting shadows of earthly desire, Thy love stands as an eternal light—
The wellspring from which all life flows, and to which all souls take flight.

In the radiance of Thy will, O’ Beloved, I place my undying trust,
In every breath I take, my soul yearns for naught but Thy grace and Thy sovereign must.
For in the gentle unfolding of Thy divine will, I find the courage to surrender,
And in that surrender, the peace that surpasses all understanding, so tender.

Wherever I may sojourn, it is within Thy sacred longing I reside,
I am but a fragile echo, lost in the eternal prayer of Thy holy tide.
My footsteps trace the patterns of Thy love across the sands of time,
And though the world may crumble and fade, Thy presence remains sublime.

In the fervour of my yearning for Thee, O’ Master of hearts,
I seek not the transient world, but only the boundless embrace that imparts.
For Thy mercy, O’ Divine Source, is a river without end,
And in its waters, I seek to drown, that I might emerge anew—whole, healed, and forever Yours.

In the garden where the earth’s soft sighs meet the sky’s eternal gaze,
Ladybirds, small as dreams, flutter through the tender haze.
Their wings, delicate as the soul’s first awakening,
Carry whispers from the Divine, silently, unshaken.

And butterflies, like thoughts that pass through the heart’s door,
Glide upon the winds, seeking the sacred shore.
Their wings, a tapestry of fleeting grace,
A reflection of the Light that guides our place.

O’ seeker, do you measure the Infinite by what your eyes behold?
Do you seek the Divine in the vast, the bright, the bold?
The Lord is found in the humblest of forms,
In the ladybird’s flight, in the butterfly’s storms.

What is size, if not an illusion born of the dust?
In every flutter, in every breath, there is trust.
For the Eternal is hidden in the smallest of things,
In the tiniest creature, the light that sings.

Look not for God in places far or high,
He is the flutter of wings, the tear in the eye.
He is in the moment, in the breath of the leaf,
In the fleeting joy, in the quiet grief.

In every ladybird, in every butterfly,
The Divine stirs and spreads its wings to fly.
O’ heart, know this—size means naught to the One,
For in the smallest breath, the Universe is spun.

So let the dance of the ladybird be your guide,
And the butterfly’s flight, your spirit’s stride.
For the Divine is not measured, not caught by the eye—
He is the breath of the soul, the wings that fly.

O ' T h o u
The   e x a l t e d   One
Surround  t h e e   w i t h  
Your   e v e r l a s t i n g
P   e   a   c   e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

By the rose’s touch, may love arise,  
A glowing light beneath soft skies.  
In every heart, may it remain,  
A timeless flame that knows no pain.

So let imagination fuel your soul,  
With visions of love that make you whole.  
But trust in the dreams that softly unfold,  
For there, true love’s secrets are told.

Within my breast, it calls, it sings,
Your love I desire, the joy it brings.
A hunger vast, a sacred fire,
Within my breast, your love I desire.