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
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“Tasbih…” you caught so nicely and so meaningfully talks, philosphically expressed the feelings and the thoughts, well written dear poet, I enjoyed, and well ended,
Thank you,
nia