Jaihoon invokes the spirit of Rumi to seek an answer for the voluntary, not obligatory, nature of the greetings said upon the Beloved of God.
Doubt for the seeker,
Is a wonderful gift.
On the mount of benefit,
It will further lift.
A question of late,
Had me pained,
To ask any,
I strained.
How could I, then,
Seek an answer?
How could the Rose,
Seek about the Gardener?
Years thirty or more,
Of faith had passed,
And this doubt had,
Only today surfaced.
This is the Age,
Of Reason.
Imitation here,
Is like treason.
How could I then ask?
How could I not ask?
To ask or not ask:
The question I asked!
As I fell asleep,
In the bed of doubt,
And wrapped,
My heart in shame.
Loomed then in my dream,
The Immortal Love-Saint of Rum.
I did not waste a moment then,
Saw I his assuring smile when,
Towards the Sage I made my run,
My fear and shame become none.
“O the wise and nice poet of Rum,
Evergreen are you our love’s groom.
Every mystery of love,
Is to you known.
Unravel for me,
My doubt without frown.
The Lord of the Worlds,
Has enforced.
Prayers and alms,
Has He ordered.
Fear and pain,
Has He assigned.
Why then has,
He relaxed,
The command,
For greetings-recite,
Upon His Beloved’s blessed name,
Whom He has raised to high fame?
Are prayers and alms,
for Him more dear,
Than the love of,
His very Musthafa Dear?
Is this the love,
Of the Most Merciful,
For the Mercy-Sent,
To the worlds full?
Intellect has,
My poor faith seized.
Spring of Conviction,
Has in me ceased.
Uncover this plot,
Unravel this secret,
Untie this knot,
Unveil its benefit.”
Replied Rumi, the rapturous-
“Every age creates,
New rage of craze.
Let your tender heart,
Not faze.
Curiosity in Love,
Is forgiven,
For lovers shall be,
Another paradise given.
Mustafa is the name,
Mercy is its attribute.
Mustafa is the nation,
Compassion is its capital.
Mustafa is the garden,
Clemency is its Rose.
Mustafa:
The Story of Creation.
Love:
Its narrative.
How, then, can,
Our Creator associate-
A thing of pain,
Linked to greetings-recite?
Therefore, let them,
Not lose hope.
Greetings-recite, who,
Shall skip or escape.
Mustafa shall never wish for,
A soul in his name be punished.
Neither sinner nor a believer,
To be in the hell pushed.
Humanity has not found,
A parent or a friend,
As true as this,
God-sent!
Like him none shall,
Wish for our good.
Like him none shall,
Feed us the love-food.
Curiosity in Love,
Is forgiven,
For lovers shall be,
Another paradise given.”
Sep 01 2012. Edit Feb 2024
