Drunkards and drug addicts have no clue about the intoxicating state of Prophetic Love, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Strange is the Beloved,
Stranger even is his lover.
How can he not be humble?
How can he not with pride swell?
For his Heart hosts the Sultan—
A Guest who once was at the Throne.
Pity the drunk,
Ignore the drugged,
For they are yet to intoxicate
With the cup of the Meem-state.
Soul may swirl,
Heart may stir,
Intellect may swoon,
Senses may sink.
Yet,
Angels will vie to see him,
Saints will wait to meet him,
Joy will rush to his heart,
And Light will dance in his eyes.
Aug 08 2019. Edit 2024