by Jaihoon
Part I
Question
My caravan was passing to Madina
After completing the rites at Mecca
All in the caravan were overjoyed
Rawadha was going to be eyed
My heart began to quake
My legs began to shake
My fortune to enter this place-
For lovers on earth is this paradise
Just then I heard an angelic voice
When looked, I saw Jibreel’s face
He stopped me at Yathrib’s gate
And asked the reason why I’s late
“You claim to hold Beloved dear
Why then was he not for you prior
You have come to see him at end
In the well of your love is a dent
Love is the first, last and foremost
The position is retained at any cost
Lord began with Light of Beloved
Thereafter the rest in order followed
What excuse do you then have
To claim for Mustafa any love?
Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
Part II
Reply
“O the Trusted slave of Rabb-al-Alameen
O affectionate confidant of Rahmath-al-Alameen**
In your mighty words lies a heavy truth
But heed to my tale before me you loathe
In day and night have I sinned
All my senses have I stained
My body is filthy
I smell of sins
My eyes are dirty
Of evil glance
My tongue is guilty
Of untrue words
Therefore,
Therefore I wanted to undo
The dirt of sins I did so far do
Therefore I drank of Zamzam
To clean my lips and tongue
Across Safa and Marwa I ran
So that,
Like Hajra***-
My feet in virtue be swollen
I rubbed hands over al-aswad
So that they shine like a sword
I rounded His House several times
So that my each atom with love radiates
Half-belief is it to remain pure*
Thus shall I come to Beloved near
O the Trusted slave of Rabb-al-Alameen,
O affectionate confidant of Rahmath-al-Alameen!
Do you remember Beloved's washed
Before to the skies had he reached
Just as to the Lord was his Mi’raj
Reaching Rawdha is my highest stage
Therefore here I am wholly purified
Allow me to walk to Heaven’s Beloved”
Part III
To Tasbih
The trial of love
Is to fight forgetfulness
At all moments flow
Zamzam of his love
Space and Time
Are attuned to his ways
Directions 're determined
With him at center
Gold and gems
And Everything precious-
Graded in his comparison, yet-
Humility’s his supreme greatness.
O Tasbih!
If I feel for you anything-
They call love
It is cause of the spread
Of Rahmath-lil-Alameen!
Ah!
I simply wish
That my soul parts
As my pen runs
In his applause
I never consider myself
A content lover
I relate this tale for other-
Lovers to ponder
I repeat after Lahori***
My own verses I bury:
“Mustafa is the strength of my heart
A lil’ more than Lord, is he dear to my heart”
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