Medina Poems

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.

Little do lovers talk in words; more so they do with tears, testifies a poetic seeker who witnessed the joyful suffering of Meem’s admirers.

Bystanders cannot blame Medina’s lover who became proud and possessive as he stood closer to the air that danced around Meem, writes Jaihoon.

Mujeeb Jaihoon is in two minds whether to approach the Beloved Meem robed as a royal or ragged as a beggar, in these verses written at Medina.

A seeker would naturally see the shell when he comes seeking the pearl. The same applies to pilgrim of love in the quest for love of Meem.

Mujeeb Jaihoon’s response to those who enquire about what gifts has the poet brought from the land of Meem.

Just as the fish can’t last long away from the ocean, the lover too has to return to his true home— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon