In this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon, a lover pleads with his adamant beloved to let go of anger and reconcile with his desire.
When out of anger,
Your fiery cheeks shiver
With greater wonder,
Will I further adore
As much as your eyes
Burn in fury,
Your heart shall know:
I’m terribly sorry.
Remain not, my love, too long
In this stubborn state,
For, it may stain
Your Him-loving heart,
Just as the bitter-gourd plant
Turns the sweet honey taint.
March 21st 2003. Edit Jan 2022
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.