In a celestial encounter, a believer presents the Almighty with a unique gift: poetry extolling the Prophet’s greatness.
My soulful Tasbih,
Once narrated a tale
“Last night in a dream,
A question from Him came.
I was in the hereafter:
Away from the laughter.
I was asked a question,
Never before heard.
‘I answered your
Every plea,
From every evil,
I set you free.
I caged compassion
Amid your ribs,
My remembrance danced
On your lips.
Countless favors
I bestowed,
Although very little
You bowed.
Tell me, hey my slave,
What do you have?
What gift to give
Your Creator,
Didn’t I honor you
Than angels better?’
I answered without
The slightest doubt,
My heart with the reply
Did indeed attest.
‘Hey Merciful Lord
Of the worlds!
Listen to what my
Heart heralds:
‘I found nothing precious
Than this gem,
Who charmed me with
The Sultan of Arab and Ajam.
I bring You Jaihoon,
That son of Hind,
Who made my heart
With Your Beloved blind.’
Hey Tasbih!
I have read
Readers’ comments,
I have heard
Relatives’ sentiments.
My teachers praise,
Eloquent orators’ verse.
None embraced my message
As you.
None honored this sage
As you.
I raise my hands
In prayer,
My tearful words
Let Him hear:
“Ah!
You are a witness;
Over these words
You are a witness!”
Jul 13, 2005. Edit Jul 2024
