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O’ Cup-Bearer, reveal Thy flame, Let not this weary soul grow tame. No earthly drink can touch the deep, As one true glance that makes me leap. Through barren lands my spirit roams, Unchained, unbound, it seeks its home. All vows I made, all oaths I swore, Were swept away when Love’s door tore. Pour not from cups of earthly clay, But let Thy gaze light up my way. No goblet holds the wine I seek— I drink the glance that makes me weak. What need of wine, or earthly grace, When Thy pure light fills all space? O’ stream of truth! O’ starry gleam! Engulf the world, and birth the dream. I know the tavern, I know the door, Where souls are lost and spirits soar. Strike out my name, my transient breath— And write me in the book of death. Not death of flesh, but death of “I”— That I may in Thy Truth arise. Thou art the Flame, the Sea, the Sky— The Breath where all the ages lie. So pour, O’ Bearer, pour the light, Let soul be drowned in Thy delight. No glass remains, no self, no shore— Naught but Thy gaze, forevermore.
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May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
jamil-hussain
Gaze of the Infinite
O’ Cup-Bearer, reveal Thy flame, Let not this weary soul grow tame. No earthly drink can touch the deep, As one true glance that makes me leap. Through barren lands my spirit roams, Unchained, unbound, it seeks its home. All vows I made, all oaths I swore, Were swept away when Love’s door tore. Pour not from cups of earthly clay, But let Thy gaze light up my way. No goblet holds the wine I seek— I drink the glance that makes me weak. What need of wine, or earthly grace, When Thy pure light fills all space? O’ stream of truth! O’ starry gleam! Engulf the world, and birth the dream. I know the tavern, I know the door, Where souls are lost and spirits soar. Strike out my name, my transient breath— And write me in the book of death. Not death of flesh, but death of “I”— That I may in Thy Truth arise. Thou art the Flame, the Sea, the Sky— The Breath where all the ages lie. So pour, O’ Bearer, pour the light, Let soul be drowned in Thy delight. No glass remains, no self, no shore— Naught but Thy gaze, forevermore.
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Where are we now, O people of light? We who once led the world to what is right. We taught the world the power of prayer, Now we are lost, confused, and scared. Once our minds reached stars so high, Now we just watch and wonder why. Once our hearts were strong with faith, Now they are weak, full of hate. We were the people of knowledge and art, Of pure belief and fearless heart. But now we sleep while others rise, We close our books, we shut our eyes. Our mosques are full, but hearts are cold, Our stories of glory are old and told. We talk of Islam, but live in show, Tell me, my brother , where did we go? Where is the courage of Salah’s hand? Where is the wisdom that built this land? Where are the poets who spoke of flame, Where are the souls that feared no blame? We blame the world, we blame the West, But we forgot, we failed our test. We lost our vision, our faith, our art, We let the fire fade from heart. Rise again, O Muslim soul! Find your strength, regain your role! Hold the Qur’an and knowledge near, And walk with faith, without fear. The world still waits for us to be, The voice of peace, of unity. The torch of truth in the darkest night, The builders of love, the bringers of light. The world still waits for us to show, That Islam means to learn, to grow. To build the earth with wisdom’s hand, To heal the hearts, to guide the land. The world still waits for us to rise, To open hearts and open eyes. To break the chains of hate and greed, And plant again the Prophet’s seed. O people of faith, wake up, stand tall, You were made to lift, not fall. Return to Allah, return to His way, And lead the lost world once again someday.
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Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 7:58 AM UTC
janidkashmiri
WHERE ARE WE NOW?
Where are we now, O people of light? We who once led the world to what is right. We taught the world the power of prayer, Now we are lost, confused, and scared. Once our minds reached stars so high, Now we just watch and wonder why. Once our hearts were strong with faith, Now they are weak, full of hate. We were the people of knowledge and art, Of pure belief and fearless heart. But now we sleep while others rise, We close our books, we shut our eyes. Our mosques are full, but hearts are cold, Our stories of glory are old and told. We talk of Islam, but live in show, Tell me, my brother , where did we go? Where is the courage of Salah’s hand? Where is the wisdom that built this land? Where are the poets who spoke of flame, Where are the souls that feared no blame? We blame the world, we blame the West, But we forgot, we failed our test. We lost our vision, our faith, our art, We let the fire fade from heart. Rise again, O Muslim soul! Find your strength, regain your role! Hold the Qur’an and knowledge near, And walk with faith, without fear. The world still waits for us to be, The voice of peace, of unity. The torch of truth in the darkest night, The builders of love, the bringers of light. The world still waits for us to show, That Islam means to learn, to grow. To build the earth with wisdom’s hand, To heal the hearts, to guide the land. The world still waits for us to rise, To open hearts and open eyes. To break the chains of hate and greed, And plant again the Prophet’s seed. O people of faith, wake up, stand tall, You were made to lift, not fall. Return to Allah, return to His way, And lead the lost world once again someday.
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