The glory of Mi’raj lies not only in the ascension but in the descent of our Beloved back to our humble world as well— sings Mujeeb Jaihoon
Last night a sinner,
Cried in sujood-
‘How sweet a favor,
Bestowed has Al Wadood’.
You raised our Beloved
So high,
Thanks upon thanks,
Ya al-Hayy
Yours is the glory.
Yours is the grace.
How great this,
Magnificent manna.
Limitless YOUR love,
Ya al-Mannan’.
Came a Voice from,
The verandah within:
‘My compassion,
Knows no limits.
MY favors are,
Beyond your digits.
Hey son of Adam-kind!
My greatest favor,
Doesn’t end,
With the event,
Of Beloved’s ascend.
Even as I brought him,
To my Holy Presence,
I let him return,
To your humble planet.
His ascend and descend,
Are from My favor:
Scent of My limitless love,
Sign of My infinite power.
He is not the affair,
Of planets and stars alone.
The breeze of his fame,
Has all over the cosmos blown.
May 26 2014. (Rajab 27, 1435). Edit July 2024