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Couplet 1 Thou art not Lord of Eternity — His Majesty alone prevails; Thou art His servant only, His Light within thy soul entails. Couplet 2 When in the vaulted realm of souls rang the sacred call, “Am I not your Lord?” A blaze of covenant arose, Thy “Yes” the eternal accord. Couplet 3 Upon the Tablet of Decree shines only His command; Thou art witness to the cosmos, not master of His land. Couplet 4 He is the First, the Last, the Manifest, the Hidden high; Thou art but a mirror of His Light — His mercy lights thy sky. Couplet 5 From dust He raised thee, honoured thee with trust sublime; Thy spiritual self bears sacred weight — no sway, no claim, no time. Couplet 6 If prostration breathe not the fire of love and awe divine, Then standing veils the heart, and deeds obscure the sign. Couplet 7 With the sword of the spiritual self, sever chains of ego and vain desire; Yet know thy station — servant still beneath His boundless Fire. Couplet 8 Each atom testifies to the One, the Sole, Eternal Light; Thou art witness of the Covenant — not lord, not peer, nor might. Couplet 9 Arise! Let thy spiritual self walk the chosen Prophet‘s shining way; There lies perfection, there salvation, there the dawn of Day. Couplet 10 Let every breath be surrender, every heartbeat glow with zeal; Each step in truth be guided, every moment spirit’s seal. Couplet 11 By the Love of God, shine through paths complete and grand; Be witness to the secrets of the earth and sky at hand. Couplet 12 If certainty’s flame ignite the dark within thy heart, Then every breath is light, and every deed a sacred part. Couplet 13 By the Divine Light let every station glow thy way; Every breath, every step, every moment, love obey. Couplet 14 Let thy spiritual self rise to the heavens, yet in God remain; Every act, every spark, every flame, in His pleasure plain.

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Feb 21

Feb 21, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC

jamil-hussain

The Primordial Covenant

Couplet 1 Thou art not Lord of Eternity — His Majesty alone prevails; Thou art His servant only, His Light within thy soul entails. Couplet 2 When in the vaulted realm of souls rang the sacred call, “Am I not your Lord?” A blaze of covenant arose, Thy “Yes” the eternal accord. Couplet 3 Upon the Tablet of Decree shines only His command; Thou art witness to the cosmos, not master of His land. Couplet 4 He is the First, the Last, the Manifest, the Hidden high; Thou art but a mirror of His Light — His mercy lights thy sky. Couplet 5 From dust He raised thee, honoured thee with trust sublime; Thy spiritual self bears sacred weight — no sway, no claim, no time. Couplet 6 If prostration breathe not the fire of love and awe divine, Then standing veils the heart, and deeds obscure the sign. Couplet 7 With the sword of the spiritual self, sever chains of ego and vain desire; Yet know thy station — servant still beneath His boundless Fire. Couplet 8 Each atom testifies to the One, the Sole, Eternal Light; Thou art witness of the Covenant — not lord, not peer, nor might. Couplet 9 Arise! Let thy spiritual self walk the chosen Prophet‘s shining way; There lies perfection, there salvation, there the dawn of Day. Couplet 10 Let every breath be surrender, every heartbeat glow with zeal; Each step in truth be guided, every moment spirit’s seal. Couplet 11 By the Love of God, shine through paths complete and grand; Be witness to the secrets of the earth and sky at hand. Couplet 12 If certainty’s flame ignite the dark within thy heart, Then every breath is light, and every deed a sacred part. Couplet 13 By the Divine Light let every station glow thy way; Every breath, every step, every moment, love obey. Couplet 14 Let thy spiritual self rise to the heavens, yet in God remain; Every act, every spark, every flame, in His pleasure plain.

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A Poet I Am Not A poet I am not. My verses are not worth a piece of bread. I do not seek praise, nor do I flee from blame- both are weightless dust to me. All my craft, all my poetry, could rest easily inside a single cup. And unless the wine is poured by the Beloved’s own hand, I will not drink even a single sip.

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Feb 13

Feb 13, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC

to-her-who-already-knows

A poet I am not

A Poet I Am Not A poet I am not. My verses are not worth a piece of bread. I do not seek praise, nor do I flee from blame- both are weightless dust to me. All my craft, all my poetry, could rest easily inside a single cup. And unless the wine is poured by the Beloved’s own hand, I will not drink even a single sip.

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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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