The Holy Prophet is Chapter One in the Book of Creation and the Crown of the Saga of Revelation, in whose praise the oceans will run dry.
They asked,
“Tell us the story
Of the universe’s origin,
Of the cosmos’ beginning,
Of the Matter and the Bang.”
I replied,
“Heed this Love-wanderer:
My tavern is free of error.
The Cup and the Drink—
Truth-sober, even when drunk.
Here at the Meem’s Station,
Was the spark of creation,
The drop of the Ocean,
And the crown of Revelation.
Paradise waits for him,
To open its blessed gates—
That Shepherd of Mecca,
Nay, the Victor of Laulak!
The Shrine of Love,
The Sanctuary of Wisdom,
The Secret of Desire,
The Seat of Hope.
The Torch of Light,
The Throb of Love.
In verse or prose,
Infinite is his praise;
Oceans may run dry,
Were they ink for his glory.
The cup spilled,
The pen broke,
The voice cracked—
My Meem-song remains incomplete.”
May 19 2022. Shawwal 18, 1443.
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Very few are actually blessed to keep the intellectual flame & passion burning within them, Sir. But to let that creative stream flow is an arduous task. And yours MashaAllah, is a spiritual stream. What can be more beautiful than that!! And who can be more fortunate than us readers to treat our eyes to the flowing rivers of Allah’s & his Rasoolvs praises