The stars and other planets may have greater charm than ours. Yet they envy the Earth, since it is home to the Beloved of God— writes Jaihoon
There’s something about
Your Beloved’s name
A mention: and my soul
Loses its body-tame
The very sound of it
Like the monsoon rain
For those wandering in thirst
Damned in the sinful famine
It inspires in the disheartened
A compassionate ray of hope
And those who in despair cried:
Their tears begin to stop
Did YOU not call him
The ‘Mercy to the Worlds’
And I very well know
These are not hollow words
His very mention:
An adorable melody
For our sleepless souls
Crying for a remedy
Oh! Is he not
The sole reason why
Other bodies see
The Earth with envy?
How many hundreds
Of years have passed
Yet none’s praise
Like his has surpassed
O Allah! Praise to You
For the Hijazi Rasool
For, His thoughts kindle
The Love-Fire within my soul
13th June 2003. Edit March 2022
2 comments
Mashallah!! The beauty that arises out of these words is ethereal. The humble submission to Almighty & our Rasool justifies the need of our existence.
I have read some of your poems and I would like to say that they have influenced and inspired me a lot. I hope you keep writing and inspiring other souls to tread the path of Islam in a pure way. I come from Kerala and have done my schooling and education in Mumbai. I think there is a need for awakening amongst the Muslims about their own religion. The elite and educated need to take the lead and I am extremely happy to see that people like you are doing it and inspiring others like me. I am impressed with your love for India. Indian muslims are such a misunderstood lot because they share the same religion as their enemy country.