Gardner asked the rose,
‘Whomto do you feel close?’
Said the rose bathed with dew
Nightingale is my heart’s hue
Child asked the candle
‘Who makes you kindle?’
Said the candle in a breath
‘Oh! The encircle of the moth’
Desert asked the wandering Majnun
‘Of your love name the Meem and Nun’?
Plundered of love said the madman
‘Leila is at both ends of my being’
Stars asked its neighboring Sky
Whom you admire from your high?
Said Sky, ‘I look up to the earth
Rich with love’s wealth’
Rocks asked the ocean,
‘Who deserves your passion?’
‘The fish that in my womb swim
Not once they flee even in dream
Cup asked the drunken Saqi
‘Whom do you hold so dear?’
‘In my life is only a prayer
Not a day without my Wine-peer
Jibreel asked his Merciful Lord
Whom shall I to You bring along?
Whom do you seek to meet
So close, even I burn in its heat?
Kalim fainted in Your longing
Khalil too had his yearning
Every atom craves for your love
But tell me the one You adore
Said the Lord-
In a beautiful word
My Beloved-
Name his is Muhammad
All good
I created through him
My Mercy
I bestowed through him
I
Lord of Worlds
He
Mercy to worlds
A garden if
Is this cosmos
His soul
A fragrant breeze
His full Praise
I alone capable
Everything in him
Is so lovable
His complete beauty
Not all eyes’ booty
My Beloved-
Name his is Muhammad
صل الله على محمد صل الله عليه وسلم
Inspired while in a dhikr majlis at Arafat ground during Hajj 2007
5 comments
Dear Jaihoon,
Good poem, really enjoyed, especially all of our hearts are wounded by the ‘love sword’ of our greatest leader Mohammed Sallallahu alaihiva sallam.
keep write again & again about the Meem (PBUH) the only subject which no body can conclude and be part of the chain of Aashiqoon.
Jazakallahy Khair,
A.Rasheed
Dear Jaihoon,
How beautiful. You expressed so nicely and do you know what reminded me, Hafiz (Hafez) and the tomb of Hafez in Şiraz. And the rose and his ghazals…
“My Beloved, Name his is Muhammad”
Thank you Jaihoon, you carried the beauties of this religion and the Islamic culture, you are so nice.
I’ve never read before an Islamic-like content of poetry. This is an education.
I try not to comment on religious poetry, unless I feel it expresses a genuine, fresh and new POV. This succeeded marvelously. Although, the lines and flow harken to a classical praise form, the twists and magical terms convey the insight of love and adoration. Well written and well played. Might need to do some syntax edits, but otherwise quite nice.
DC
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