The Mahdi (Writings)

The Government of the Heart

I seem to be lost and alone,

I stand here all on my own,True guidance, a concept, I haven’t known,
The right a light for me hasn’t shown,
And on these days I weep and mourn,
Yet hope inside of me is firmly sown,
So AlAjal AlAjal I weep and I moan.


I am told that this is an empty prayer,
That it is nothing but a fanatic’s affair,
I am told no promise does it bear
But I tell them that they are ignorant, unaware,
Although my heart and this world is in despair,
And everywhere, in every eye there is a tear,
There will come a day when all is made fair,
When my master returns, to you I swear.


It breaks my soul and deep down it bites,
That my master with all his strength and might,
Is watching this unbearable plight,
Of the world ridding itself of all it’s right,
And I miss him like the day misses the night,
like them I know he is close; he is just out of sight,
I am that dormant warrior, next to him who will fight,
When he returns, I am that love-struck knight.


What is a lover's heart?
A lover’s heart is that which beats his loves name,
And in his chest lies a whisper, an acclaim,
It does not fall short of screams and exclaim,
But the voice in MY chest proves not so tame,
No matter how hard I try, this heart, it’s flame,
Does not put out its love to proclaim,
But it, my heart, I do not blame,
For the love of the Mahdi governs every heart the same...