The Carnival
Ever since they climbed the mount of Meem’s love, the lovers became strangers to themselves— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Poems by Mujeeb Jaihoon
Ever since they climbed the mount of Meem’s love, the lovers became strangers to themselves— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Mujeeb Jaihoon blasts the inaction of the silent bystanders as the poor continue to be deprived of their right to life and liberty.
A seeker does not need the boat or the bridge to cross the turbulent river of Love, says Khidr, the eternal traveler, in a spiritual dream
Unlike human communications, invoking the Almighty doesn’t require technology.— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Believers prefer the prison of Almighty’s fear to the freedom of their desires while wishing Him to be their thirst & hunger— writes Jaihoon
Mujeeb Jaihoon makes a final plea to bring him again to Medina so that he can set on fire those hearts that are love-poor.
The poet submits at Rawdha that though he is leaving Medina, his soul and its true joy reside in the heavenly hive of Meem
Lovers yearn to sleep in the desire-cave of the Beloved, like the Youths and the Dog of al-Kahf, says Jami in Jaihoon’s spiritual dream.
Mujeeb Jaihoon on the men and women who imitate the sounds of animals with their hostile and hateful actions towards fellow humanity.
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.