Jaihoon envisions a world transformed by the desire of the Holy Prophet, enumerating the benefits that would result from such a connection.
Sometimes, like never before,
You remind me of Him.
Sometimes I fear your love
Makes my senses blind.
From the games of fate,
I have learned:
What I hated more
Happened too soon.
Hey Rose! May I ask
A question silly?
You may feel this Nightingale
Is crazy, really.
Is my love
The sole reason why
Time passes as slow
As the moon in the sky?
Shall I think of you
With a lovely hate?
So your love may bloom
Not so late?
Teach me the ABCs of patience,
For I have forgotten my lessons.
Drop me a rope
So that I may climb;
I drown in the well
Of your love.
When did I ask
For the whole cup?
Grant at least a drop
For my soul to sip.
Patience is indeed a noble virtue,
But its difficulty you will see,
When, for my love in return,
You weep in misery.
Hence,
Make haste to whisper
To my eager soul:
His Beloved’s praises
When our eyes fall.
Who is with us
When we go to sleep?
Our souls are with Him
As we dream deep.
Yet, even in the domain
Of such a night vision,
The Beloved’s salutation
Has won your attention.
Imagine a greeting
Reaching the Dome of Yathrib.
Imagine angels rushing to us
On our dream’s trip.
Imagine the blessings
Showered tenfold.
Imagine the wonders in life
Beginning to unfold!
Imagine! Imagine the joy,
Hey dear and rare one.
Imagine as if on earth
We have paradise won.
Imagine the wonders
The Beloved’s love can bring.
Then why… this delay
For Affinity’s bell to ring?
March 09 2004. Edit Sep 2024