Medina is
Medina is…
Where voice goes low
When hands and legs become still
And heart jumping with joy
Medina is…
Where His verses you listen
Were once revealed through
Beloved’s benevolent lips
Medina is..
Where lovers walk barefoot
To experience the joy of pain
As feet pricked with stones and cold
Medina is..
While standing to greet at Rawdha
All wishes are forgotten
And love of beloved is begotten
To Tasbih asked I once a thing / I’d not get it even from a king / “Tell me why is Rawdha called / Its gardens of paradise enrolled?”
Jaihoon seeks prayers for Abul Hasan Ali nadwi, who helped the poet to reconcile the chaotic world of spiritual and intellectual reformation in Islam.
That I know there is a Rabb-Said so the Chief of Yathrib/That Quran is His words/Since revealed through his lips
Half the way forward lies in calling upon the Almighty, a timeless truth for every day.
