Though we suffer from the lack of actions and weakness of faith, we cannot shy from declaring our love for the Beloved, writes Jaihoon.
You are the hive
Beauty stored within
You are the sk:
Full of Mercy-loaded clouds
You are the sun:
Light from you radiates.
You are the rain,
And the joy of plants.
You are the heart
In lovers you beat.
You are the eye,
For all of us to see.
You are the life,
For us to live.
You are the hope,
For the sinners to cope.
You are the dream,
The fortune of our sleep.
You are the prize,
To win in our race.
You are the Rose,
This world, your nightingale.
You are the Nucleus,
He commanded us to orbit.
You are the drink,
For the lost and thirsty.
You are the thread,
To reach the Lord.
You are the kite,
Who soars over saints.
You are the flame:
Angels, the moth.
You are the Beloved,
And Lord the lover.
You are my tears,
Trickling in my joy.
How can I even start,
The thought of your love-stop?
My veins are accustomed,
With your ecstasy obsessed.
In my blood is dissolved,
Like-wine you are adored.
Distance from your love,
I become a beast: so low.
Closer to you I approach,
Even the Lord is in my reach.
I am left with no choice:
Only you make me rejoice.
Moments without your praise,
Feels like a grievous offence.
Lack of action,
Weak at heart-
I admit I lie,
When I say I love you
Yet, I prefer to sin,
Than hide my love.
Your love is my nature,
Without it, I have no future.
Sallahu alaihi wa sallam
Feb 23 2010 (Rabiul Awwal 09). Edit Jan 2024
