Last night as I lay to sleep,
A complaint began to reap.

I grieved to Him my pain,
Confident it won’t be in vain.

“You are the King of Kings,
We call you the Lord of Worlds.

Sun and moon in your command,
Man and jinn before you stand.

Good and bad wait for your ‘Kun’,
Not a leaf moves sans ‘FaYakun’.

You chose the beloved Meem,
And called him Al Habeeb.

Then why allow this blot?
Upon your Beloved they plot.

You have protected your Book,
Is Your Beloved, then, to be down looked?

We can’t stand his name stained:
Equals our own souls shamed.”

Came the voice to my heart-
I smiled at knowing this secret:

Have you not read in My verse:
Raise shall I My Beloved’s praise.

Every atom shall know his name,
Through him shall flow every Time-grain.

This is My pledge,
None can dodge.

Let them speak good or bad-
But he is being everywhere heard.

Bu Jahl and Lahab in the past did the same,
But not a speck of dust upon Meem came.
The ignorant say sword spread his name,
Nay, every pen created will write his name.

He is no more the ‘was’,
His reality now an ‘is’.

He will become the most popular,
Entire humanity shall be familiar.

Children will grow hearing his name,
The old will die knowing his name.

The seas will roar in his praise,
The rivers will his glory rejoice.

This world of yours
Is of no worth.
My Beloved:
The reason for this cosmos.

Therefore,
Leave his name alone.
Its protection is duty Mine.
Meem is My Beloved,
His name is My business.”

Assured by Him,
I slept in peace.

It is out of His blessing,
Jaihoon unveiled this secret.

The greatness is of the Treasure,
Not of the ones who discover.




May 24 2010. Edit January 2024