Wine fell unconscious and the Cup shattered into pieces as the Rose smiled blushing when a Lover lingered at Medina- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
I became the envy of angels;
Hoors lined up for a glimpse.
I became the talk
Of the Cosmos—
Moon and stars
Vied for my light.
Wine fell unconscious,
The cup shattered into pieces.
The Rose smiled, blushing;
The Nightingale cried with joy.
I know not the secret:
What caused this tumult?
Perhaps my heart
Had soaked well,
In the love-soaked Zamzam
Of Medina’s Spring.
Nov 21 2021 | Rabi Al-Aakhir 16, 1443
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This is incredible