Jaihoon’s poetic gift recited at the Rawdha Shareef unleashing the fire and desire of infinite longing to gain the love of Beloved Prophet

You are my loving mother,
Whose love surpasses all others.
You are my caring father,
Whose care knows no bounds.

You are my true home,
Where my soul feels warm.

You are my paradise,
Where I dream to rise.

You are my knowledge,
To whom my intellect I pledge.

You are the storm,
As a boat I drown.

Though I have seen,
To His House have I been.
On the mounts have I ran,
Like Ismail’s mother, pain-lorn.

You are the relief,
In you my belief.
I accept the hell and heaven,
Whereto am I not certain.

For me,
You are most Real.
The rest,
Matters formal.

O Beloved!
Where else would I go,
Except to where I belong.

Cast a glance at me,
Ah! I would die of joy.
You are my two ends,
In between remains my life.

You are not just a person,
But the Reality of His Creation.
I am but a ray:
In your love stray.

I cannot love any,
More than I endeared thee.

The more I love,
The more my thirst.

My soul cries for its drink,
Found nowhere except with you.
To remain alive till death,
Your presence is the remedy.

Send me not back,
Like a beggar I seek.
Be kind to me,
O merciful Meem.

Unveil your love to me,
Without it, my value’s dearth.

A thousand reasons more,
I can go on and on…
To justify my desire,
To narrate my fire.

Just for times one,
Say you accept my love.

I have come up to you,
Hoping for the love of Hu

Apr 11 2010. Edit Feb 10 2024