On the turmoil of separation and the inadequacy of words to express love for the Beloved Prophet— by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Content am I sure
With my Lord and Creed
Yet for the one I endear
I am yet to meet his need
The more I praise his sweet name
The more I feel my words lame
The more I sigh in his need
The more I feel veins bleed
My praise and tears
Suffice not even for myself
Let alone for others
To realize his greatness
Separation emits like volcano
Flames insane, dust of blame.
The Cup breaks, wine spills,
Unable to endure Meem’s absence.
Fri, Sep 05, 2025 | Rabi al-Awwal 13, 1447