Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poem on the miraculous journey of the Prophet, where light stood in awe as he traversed the heavens
Last night, when Tasbih
Approached I,
She enquired about the light
In my eye.
“Your cheeks with love
Are red;
In whose lap have you laid
Your head?
Light emanates
From your brow.
What makes
Such passion show?
In which pool
Did you bathe?
With which fairy
Did you sit?
As if the stars
Surround you,
As if the angels
Bound you.
Hey, Jaihoon!
Share
With thy comrade
This secret.
To me, confide.
I am no stranger
To your life, for
I was the sole hope
In your days’ strife.
I have laid bare for you
My thoughts on ‘Merciful Him.’
Remember the old days?
You came with a swollen face,
And my Him-loving words
Put you in joyful daze.
Tell me then—
What happened when?”
I replied—
My heart, lost
In the state ‘Medinized,’
Mustafa’s love
Had my soul amazed.
The more I
Thought about him,
The more I
Got closer to my soul.
He makes
Me warm, calm.
Melody keeps
Grazing in my arm.
My pains
Find their balm.
My joys
Aloof from every harm.
‘Medinized’ love
Put me in ecstasy:
Hoors seventy or more
Be lost in my charm.
Beloved Meem:
The secret of Creation.
Worlds learned from him
The meaning of compassion.
Time stood still
In wonder,
Struck as if
With thunder.
As the Orphan-Merchant
Of Makkah
Passed across
The skies and stars,
Light, taken aback
During that night:
Another creation
Traveled faster.
He is perfection’s zenith
Of man, jinn’s position.
Humanity was created
To have him imitated.
Hey, Tasbih!
In his love,
I get humanized.
My mission in life:
To become ‘Medinized.’
How could I be
Depressed in life?
A beloved like him
I have, to endear.
With all my failings,
Paradise I aspire.
I hope for the compassion
Of the ‘Medinized’ Savior.
Were I to lose
All belongings in life,
I shall continue to swim
Towards Meem’s Ark.
I make no claim:
I burnt in his flame,
Yet his love leaves no room
For others lost in Meem.
Medina is the window
In this world and next
For the rays of His Mercy
To extinguish my sins.
26 Aug 07. Edit May 2024.
