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Poison may aspire for honey and Jackals may cry like sheep, Nay even Abu Lahab’sheart once felt for the Beloved— writes Jaihoon

A prayer to those who veil their pains with the apparel of apparent joy.

The poet makes a final plea to the Almighty to bring him again and again to Medina so that he can set on fire those hearts that are love-poor

The poet submits at Rawdha that though he is leaving Medina, his soul and its true joy reside in the heavenly hive of Meem

Lovers get absorbed in the desire-cave of the Beloved, just as the Youths and the Dog who slept in the ancient cave for centuries.