Jaihoon envisions a world transformed by the desire of the Holy Prophet, enumerating the benefits that would result from such a connection.
Sometimes like never before
You remind me of Him
Sometimes I fear your love
Makes my senses blind
From the games of fate,
I have learned:
What I hated more,
Happened too soon.
Hey Rose! May I ask,
A question silly:
You may feel this Nightingale,
Is crazy really.
Is my love,
The sole reason why,
Time passes as slow,
As the moon in the sky?
Shall I think of you,
With a lovely-hate:
Your love may bloom,
Not so late?
Teach me the ABCs of patience
For, I have forgotten my lessons
Drop me a rope,
So that I may climb.
I drown in the well,
Of your love.
When did I ask,
For the whole cup?
At least a drop,
For my soul to sip.
Patience is indeed a noble virtue
But its difficulty you will see
When for my love in return,
You will weep in misery.
Hence,
Make haste to whisper,
For my eager soul.
His Beloved’s praises,
When our eyes fall.
Who is with us,
When we go to sleep?
Our souls are with Him,
As we dream deep.
Yet, even in the domain,
Of such a night vision,
The Beloved’s salutation,
Has won your attention.
Imagine a greeting,
Reaching the Dome of Yathrib.
Imagine angels rushing to us,
On our dream’s trip.
Imagine the blessings,
Showered tenfold.
Imagine the wonders in life,
Begin to unfold!
Imagine! Imagine the joy,
Hey dear and rare one.
Imagine as if on earth,
We have paradise won.
Imagine the wonders
The Beloved’s love can bring
Then why….this delay
For Affinity’s bell to ring?
March 09 2004. Edit Sep 2024
