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.
Ya Rabbana! Ya Rabbana!
We submit our faults in HIS presence from whom there is nothing to hide as we stand silent like a bride- Jaihoon on pleading to the Lord
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.
Why Heart Melts in the Solitary Dew
God’s lovers, who enrich each other, melt as solitary dew when separated from one another— writes Jaihoon on spiritual kinship.
Why Scribble for Hours Infinite?
A struggling artist recalls the invaluable advice of a wise friend, sparking a journey of self-discovery and creative exploration
Ya Badee’al Ajaaib: A Poem of Mayhem
Weep not for this poet nor for his blood-like plight- Jaihoon’s chaotic poem on spiritual mayhem citing anecdotes from Rabia Basri and Umar Qazi.
With Every Tear He is Familiar
Allah is well aware of the warmth of every tear that flows down the cheeks of His hopeful servant- asserts Jaihoon in this devotional poem
Utterly. Insanely.
Jaihoon’s word of caution to mystic lovers not to consume their drink all at once
When You hear my prayer !
The servant becomes ecstatic when Lord answers the slave’s plea. But the joy of fulfilment is incomplete without gratitude- insists Jaihoon.
Vent of an Uprooted Tent
The poet, whose state is no better than an uprooted tent, admits his foolish lines are of no worth for the wise ones