In order to save the heart from death-blood, it is inevitable to unyoke from the comfort-shell of kinship and get soaked in tears of Beloved’s longing.
Jaihoon’s word of caution to mystic lovers not to consume their drink all at once
Incomplete, incompetent am I / Save my pain have I no gift any.
Ya Rasoolullah ! You are all that I can humanly describe / And beyond
And then will you plead / Like never before / Beads of Tears n words will you join / Like never before
HE summoned the Orphan of Arabia / And placed the cosmos under his feet / Were it any Lover than He, the High / Meem be not let to return from that nigh… Jaihoon’s poem on the Ascension of the Holy Prophet
Love LOLs / Fantasy flutters / Passion pricks / Dream delights
We the old-fashioned are used/To see your verses of HIM-fused/We are but a folk so few/Yet are your best friends true
A poem written en route from Alexandria, Egypt , after visiting tomb of Imam Busiri
From the womb of Time came a cry-
It seemed the decree was to be now or never
The cry reached upto the sky and beyond
Stars and meteorites wondered about its fate