In an age of demonic deceit, Love, beauty and truth have fled to take shelter in the city of the Beloved, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
I passed by the tavern:
The wine was missing, unknown.
I passed by the heart:
Love was gone, not a beat.
The tree of beauty:
Barren and empty.
The sword of truth:
Missing from its sheath.
I asked the Lord in prayer;
Came the reply in a whisper:
“They have sought asylum
In the blessed city of Meem.”
Aug 18 2024. Hanoi, Vietnam. (Safar 14, 1446)