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
Merits & melodies of Milad celebrations across the Muslim world.
It is not My habit to ask the ants to carry the mountains / Nor do I ever command the wax to guard the flame / No fish will be forced to cross the river of fear / For, I decree only that which a soul can bear
The sight of this human form humbled me / My feet remained numb and so did my sense / Even as he traveled far and far with his angelic friend / I rested under the shade of this benevolent bewilderment . . . On Time and Space dimensions in Miraj
Jaihoon talks about Milad Celebrations in Arab World
We may allow atheist to debate if God ever exists. But never for a moment imagine a speck of dust to fall on the historicity of Holy Prophet
I begin my month and year / In the name of your Meem Dear / Embrace me, curse not / Grant me, withhold not