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.
Anchor your Ship in my Tears’ River
And then will you plead / Like never before / Beads of Tears n words will you join / Like never before
Miraj: The Glory is in the Descend, not Ascend
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
