A lover fears he may not be able to reciprocate his beloved’s love and worries about divine retribution— poetizes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Thinking about her one day
Jaihoon in his dream say:
“Ah! Why love me so much-
With tears my absence quench?
If I fail to return the same
I fear His Justice will hell-burn
Hey Tasbih!
Pray to your Merciful Rabb,
May I too in love rub.
The defeat in hate,
Is not hard to bear;
But to lose in love,
Is a matter to fear”
>May 17 2004. Edit Sep 2024
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.