Mujeeb Jaihoon’s verses capture the joy of angelic celebration as they rejoiced in celestial stillness on the Night of Ascension.
As I lit the Eid-lantern,
Asked I the radiant Ridwan:
“When do you celebrate
In infinity as you luxuriate?”
Replied the Paradise-guard:
‘Arrested’ became I, off guard.
“Our Eid dawned just once
When our starry skies
Danced in joy with
The Meccan Orphan’s steps”
That dawn—no other can replace—
When we, light-lings, froze
To glimpse His face.
Since then, we wait,
Like never before for steps,
Like Meem’s to reappear.”
Apr 15, 2025 | Shawwal 17, 1446.