The glory of the Creator can alone transcend the greatness of His Beloved Prophet— admits Jaihoon while returning from the tomb of al-Busiri.
I praised the Garden’s glory,
Until I thought of the Rose.
I sang about the Sky’s spread,
Until I saw the elegant Moon.
I endeared the Cup’s kiss,
Until I tasted the Wine.
Had it not been for his Lord-
Limitless be my talk of Meem.
Dec 17 2012. Edit July 2024
Love has only one adamant clause: loyalty to the ultimate Beloved, even if it requires the betrayal of human intellect,
Masking their soul-shine behind ordinary forms, God’s lovers wait for the dust to settle to rejoice alone—writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
True faith demands sacrificing intellectual pride and forfeiting logic.
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
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Masha Allah. Remember everywhere in your dua.jazakallah.