by Jaihoon. In response to a request to write a poem on Miraj
O my comrade who unraveled
The Book revealed to ‘Read!’
His face radiant with its light
His tongue coated with its sweet
Lord has raised his station
Believers keep him in high bastion
He lately asked for my rhymes
About Mim’s Miraj a few lines
I felt like a noble king
To be asked for such a thing
Who would care to ask a poor
For gold and silver filled treasure?
Who would care to find a Rose
In the burning sands of a desert?
Yet, I realized the truth once again
I a seed, Mim my real glorious grain
He’s my fact and fiction
And my notion and diction
My throbbing Affliction-
And its healing Prescription.
My pen can write about Mim alone
Any else, its face shall away frown
I’ll be abased if I attempt to praise any other
My Poetic Buraq obeys not if I ride it elsewhere
Hope my friend makes the same plead-
While I cry for a helping intercede.
And then a voice call out my sinful name-
‘Enter among My servants! Enter My Paradise’
Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
June 14 2012 (Rajab 24 1433 AH)