Only the chosen few can behold that Divine Cup of Mustafa’s love, let alone consume the Drink. Nevertheless, Jaihoon is eager to try.
Came the voice:
“Lie upon lie
You lunatic lot frame!
Walk during the night,
And in the day, dream.
Love’s ecstasy is not
For the weak to claim;
Unworthy are you
To even utter his name.”
Inch by inch,
My heart melted.
Stone by stone,
I was pelted.
It was in the mid of noon,
When full was the desire’s moon.
That day, finally,
Realized I the truth:
To endear Mustafa
Requires much strength.
Like Kaleem
Atop the Sinai,
His lovers too can faint
From a ray of his love.
No soul can bear
The weight of his love,
Save the ones on whom
The Lord benevolently bestows.
Medina is the business
Of the chosen few;
Night’s secrets are known
But to the morning dew.
Not many can behold
That Divine Cup,
Let alone consume
The wine within.
Inhale if you ever
That fragrance,
Unconscious forever
Shall be your conscience.
His name shall you repeat,
His actions will you recollect;
He will become your melody,
And the cure for your malady.
And then will you plead
Like never before,
And then enjoin every tear-bead
Like never before:
“Ya Mustafa!
My tears, the river.
Row the canoe closer;
Rest therein forever.”
Sep 10 2016. Edit Feb 2021