On the turmoil of separation and the inadequacy of words to express love for the Beloved Prophet— by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Content am I, sure,
With my Lord and Creed;
Yet for the one I endear,
I am yet to meet his need.
The more I praise his sweet name,
The more I feel my words are lame.
The more I sigh in his need,
The more I feel my veins bleed.
My praise and tears
Suffice not even for myself,
Let alone for others
To realize his greatness.
Separation emits like a volcano:
Flames insane, dust of blame.
The cup breaks, wine spills,
Unable to endure Meem’s absence.
Fri, Sep 05, 2025 | Rabi al-Awwal 13, 1447