An enquiry into Rawdha’s divine essence, questioning if this part is part of Paradise, as hearts whisper, vice versa.

To Tasbih asked I,
A matter deep, high.

“Tell me why
Rawdha is called,
Its gardens
Of paradise enrolled?”

The reply as sweet, prompt—
To Him flew my heart.

At once I did
Humbly learn:
Love’s wealth,
I was yet to earn.

Said Tasbih,

“Of Paradise,
The Garden is a part.
Around Meem:
The boundaries relate.

Affinity to the Beloved:
The crown.
Kings are those who
Such treasures own.

Even the dust under
His feet is gold,
The air around him:
The envy of musk.

Love derives
Meanings odd:
I fear I may break
The law of the Lord.

A part of paradise—
Is it Rawdha?
Or as my heart whispers:
Vice versa?”

2007. Edit June 2024