- by Jaihoon
The joy of Nightingale had no limits
When it saw Rose for the first time
Moth had no words to describe its ambition
When it met the Flame for the first time
The Cup out of love became intoxicated
When filled with Wine for the first time
Majnun kept his senses aside
When he saw Leila for the first time
The sky began to cry with excitement
When Moon appeared for the first time
Alas! The first time is indeed the testing time
Of Love and Loyalty, only time’s the first time
I asked Gabriel, chief of the angelic host
Of joy and pride when was your time first?
Replied he,
“As I descended towards the Mount Blessed-
And had the vision of His Beloved first
Then did I praise my Lord the most
Who chose Mustafa, His dear most
Unfound is anyone of his like
On earth and heaven none alike
Adam’s repentance
Noah’s perseverance
Abraham’s sacrifice
David’s praise
Moses’ patience
Jesus’ forgiveness
Lord made him the Sultan of Goodness
Perfection of form and spirit his rareness
A sight of him will suffice you in life
A sight of him will save you after death
He is the signboard to paradise
Humanity’s path to progress
Of Science and Arts, he’s the teacher
For the poets and philosophers, the rapture
O Jaihoon. Lord alone knows his secret
A mystery hidden since the beginning of Time”
December 9, 2011. Inspired during the Friday semon.
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