The Dust of Love

Poem 1: The Dust of the Beloved’s Path

I care not for the world’s crown or throne,

The dust from my Beloved’s path is enough for me.

Why should I fear the poverty of autumn?

My heart’s garden blooms with the flowers of the Friend.

I gave up riches, fame, and pride—

To sit, unknown, by His blessed side.

O people of the world, go chase your gold—

I found a treasure no hands can hold.

Poem 2: I Belong to Love Alone

I am neither of the earth nor sky,

I belong to Love alone.

No tribe, no crown, no flag is mine—

My heart is the only home I’ve known.

I walk the world as just a name,

But deep within, a fire burns.

It is the fire of the Friend’s sweet glance—

For which the whole of heaven yearns.

Let others claim the world and rule,

I have no need for throne or gold.

One tear for Him has made me rich,

Beyond what every empire holds.

Poem 3: The Madman of Love

They call me mad—I say they’re blind,

For I have seen what love can do.

It stripped me bare of self and pride,

And clothed me in a robe of truth.

I wander now without a name,

But in my chest the stars reside.

Who needs a crown or royal claim,

When Love itself walks by your side?

Poem 4: A Single Breath of His Name

A single breath that speaks His name

Is worth more than a thousand prayers.

For when the heart begins to burn,

The soul ascends through unseen stairs.

I washed my heart in silence deep,

And there, His fragrance softly came.

I lost myself, and in that loss,

I found the One beyond all names.

Poem 5: The Garden of the Heart

The garden of the world may fade,

But the garden of the heart will bloom.

If love is sown and ego dies,

Even dust becomes perfume.

I plant no rose with soil and seed—

I plant it with each loving tear.

And though no eye may see it grow,

Its scent is strong and clear.

Poem 6: The Robe of Simplicity

I wear no crown upon my head,

No silk or jeweled display.

The robe of Love is plain and soft—

It does not fade away.

The kings may boast of treasures vast,

I boast of silence, prayer, and peace.

The riches found in loving Him

Will never age or cease.

Poem 7: Beyond the Veil

They speak of God with books and speech,

But never see beyond the veil.

I found Him not through scholars’ pens—

But weeping in a desert gale.

The veil was me, my pride, my name—

The noise of self that blocked His light.

But when I broke and bowed in dust,

The veil was gone—and all was bright.

Poem 8: When I Am Nothing

When I am nothing, He is near,

So close I feel Him in my breath.

When ego fades and I dissolve,

What’s left is love that conquers death.

I emptied all I thought I was,

And in that space, He made His throne.

The soul that truly bows in dust

Will find it is not dust—alone.

Poem 9: Love’s Fire Burns Silently

Love’s fire burns silently within,

No smoke, no flame the eyes can see.

But in its heat, the heart is cleansed—

And all that’s false begins to flee.

Let others dance for worldly flames,

I burn for One who never fades.

His fire leaves no ash or mark—

But shapes the soul that truly prays.

Poem 10: The Hidden Treasure

They asked me where I found such peace,

I pointed inward, toward the chest.

“The treasure’s buried deep inside—

Love is the map, and pain the test.”

You cannot find Him in the scrolls,

Or on the tongues of empty men.

But if you break your heart with love—

You’ll find Him there, again… again.

He was a great poet in the Pashtun community.