The Love Canvas

True believers question their faith if it doesn’t encompass the adoration for the Holy Prophet.

You endear him
More than any,
Beyond Jibreel,
Beyond the Throne.

Ah! Every heart isn’t blessed,
To cradle your Beloved

Grace this sinner,
To love him, for,
He is the cure
For my entire affliction.

Ya Rabb!
May his desire
Be my essence.
My heart: the canvas
Affix his love-sketch

Even as I reach
The gates of his love,
Ecstasy engulfs
My heart and soul.

If I were to enter inside,
Burnt would be my wujood.

Ah! Love is easy not,
Thorns, plenty on the path.

Save but a few,
Escape the prick.
Most succumb
To the devil’s trick.

Ya Rabb!

I knew this world
Through him.
“I am” is through
The light of “Meem.”

“Leila” was proven
Through Majnun’s eyes.
Without him, the cosmos:
Deaf and blind.

Angels, Scriptures, Hereafter:
I believed everything through him.

This servant reached his Rabb
Through the paths of Yathrib.

Today, if I have
Names and ways
To call upon You,
He is my only means.

My mouth waters
In greed,
My eyes with tears
Are sad.

Ah! What believer
Am I,
If for him
I have no love?

Blessed are those lovers,
Nay, they were the sultans
Who held Mustafa
Close to their hearts.

Feb 20 2006. Edit March June 2024