Reason from a belated lover
My Wine’s Still From Madina’s Grapevine
Last night an argument / Unfolded at the tavern / Their faces away turned / As they made anger plain
Forget It
The Beloved’s absence kills Inch by inch and the soul suffers bit by bit, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Sweet Seller in Paradise
Each action of Beloved is to be imitated / No doubt for him was this world created / The gardens became fragrant from his scent / Water got no-color tint from his matchless paint
Your Infinite Response to My Finite Pleas
We may earnestly count the number of times we have asked Him, grumbling about the lapse in response, but He keeps no tally while giving.