The love for Messenger of Allah is our hope and dignity at a time when there’s no refuge from the trials around us— believes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
O Praised One
By the One and Only One
With the message of Iqra‘
Lord chose you as His Rasool
Towards you is our Hijrah
O dear father of Zahra Batool
You are our pride and prestige
At a time when there’s no refuge
Our feeble leaders
Have left us in the lurch
Serving us the drink:
The State is distant from the Church
You became the talk
Of the earth and heaven
Ever since the right
Of Kawthar to you were given
How much to praise you?
How much to love you?
Believe this sinner, O my Leader
All my love I long to show you
Though not a miraculous saint
Your love do make me faint
Your desire breaks my voice
When about you my words rise
O Allah!
Jaihoon has not with him much noble deeds,
Save him which will from the Fire man-feeds
All he has is a tiny heart that bleeds
Blessings when upon YOUR Beloved he reads
December 11th 2002
