The Abode of God exhorts the poet to proceed towards the city of the Beloved where the love-tears shed are as sweet as honey – Mujeeb Jaihoon
O the Abode of God
To away go is hard
Millions encircle you
Earth’s core are you
Believers’ desire are you
His reminder are you
His slaves to you turn
‘Allah!’ they call alone
Said then a voice so
Not a form I saw
“Of bricks and stones
Am I made
For ages, heart mine
Is here laid
I command my lovers’ awe
From near and far they saw
Yet my thanks
Are to the ‘Yaseen’
With his look
Became I for all seen
O His slave!
From me part
Towards Yathrib
Journey start!
I know not
Your emotion
He is full, though
Of compassion
I am fashioned
By hand of man
Beautified is he
By Ar-Rahman
O Jaihoon! His city is
The hive of joy
Tears shed there are
As sweet as honey
I am ‘His Abode’
On earth alone, but
He is Lord’s Mercy
In the world whole
On leaving Ka’aba during tawaaf al wida’, Hajj 2007. Edit Jan 10 2021
