The poet is in two minds whether to approach the Beloved Meem robed as a royal or ragged as a beggar, in these verses written at Medina.
Shall I roll on the ground
Or stroll barefooted
Blush like a bride
Or run like a madman
Creep as a snail
Or race like a flash
Refined as a Saint
Or guilty as a sinner?
Sober as a sage
Or playful as a child?
Robed as a royal
Or ragged as a beggar?
Restrain my heart:
Let flow as a river
Or liberate my passion:
Let erupt as a volcano?
O the Most Loving
The All Knowing
How shall I greet
Your Beloved great?
In his city bright
Where love is alight
May 09 2022. Shawwal 08, 1443.
POEM GRAPHIC
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Very few are actually blessed to keep the intellectual flame & passion burning within them, Sir. But to let that creative stream flow is an arduous task. And yours MashaAllah, is a spiritual stream. What can be more beautiful than that!! And who can be more fortunate than us readers to treat our eyes to the flowing rivers of Allah’s & his Rasool’s praises. Your words are illuminated by your divinity, Sir. The complete submission to Almighty & his grace, his sublime creations & his soft yet powerful presence, love & magnanimity are all for us to embrace.