The Carnival
Ever since they climbed the mount of Meem’s love, the lovers became strangers to themselves— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Ever since they climbed the mount of Meem’s love, the lovers became strangers to themselves— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
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
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.
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.
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.