The Alchemy of Affinity: (Poetry Collection)

The Alchemy of Affinity The Alchemy of Affinity
The Alchemy
Of Affinity
(Poetry Collection)
The Alchemy
Of Affinity
(Poetry Collection)
by Jaihoon
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The Alchemy of Affinity

Collection of Poems by Jaihoon
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CONTENTS
His Nearness, our Paradise 1
Cry of a Shameless Slave 52
Unfound 4
Ask anyone but me 54
Another paradise for the lovers 6
Not Anymore! 56
A Plaint of Love 8
A Believer lives like ship ‘on’ the water 57
My Heart without you, O Love-cheeked one 9
A rose-red for every tear shed! 59
A Sweet Revenge Between two lovers of God 11
Why Love me so much? 60
Vent of an Uprooted Tent 15
No Perfection for Love but after death 61
FORGET it 18
I wonder how lovers have time to fight? 63
His Friends: Between Two Lies 20
How sweet His Fear! 66
How could I love you not? 22
Thirst is as tasty as water too 68
Love Unlimited 24
Teach me ABC of patience 70
O my love, O my Foe 25
Why make me cry? 73
The Pain-Price of Love 28
Now what about will you write? 75
A Tale of Two Lights 30
A Kite rises in love, not falls 77
Jaihoon’s Poetic Bowl 32
I stopped 78
Lovers’ Tears Precious than Paradise’s Rivers 35
What does a dream cost you? 79
Dead or Alive: You alone tell me 37
Bind us with Your Bond 80
Striking Stones of Spirit to emit His Fire 38
Leila’s cry from the desert of love 81
Sweet Love, Bitter death! 40
A Dua as strange as its reply 83
Nizamudheen! Like you had I been! 42
To smile or cry? 85
Distance in Love 45
Do you write in Solitude? 88
Lost in Him 47
Familiarity : Poison for Affinity 89
A Noble Message for the Love-less Age 48
Don’t leave me in the dark! 91
A poet reprimanded 50
No Shame, Him you blame! 95
Such is your smile 51
I would have loved you most, IF... 97
To
Rabia Basri ‘Verily, it is not easy

for the candle to throb alone”
The self-less lady saint
Whose love of the Divine Allama Iqbal
Surpassed the fear of Hell (Asrar-i-Khudi, translated by Nicholson)
And the desire of Paradise
Preface
Everything in this world displays a degree of affinity to those
appealing to its inner nature. It is considered completely natural
for a nightingale to be attracted to the rose or for the bee towards
the hive.
The feeling of kinship may be based on economic, social or

political reasons. This collection is an attempt to explore and
express the spiritual aspect of Affinity between Man and the
Divine, and between humans inspired by the love of Divine.
I dedicate this humble collection to the lady saint Rabia

Basri, whose life and words have always inspired me since
my college days.
My sincere gratitude to my friend Muneer AK, who helped me

with the proof-reading and my brother Abdul Haseeb for his
tireless support. My parents for their kind guidance and prayers.
My wife for being there for me. Friends and well-wishers of
JAIHOON.COM scattered worldwide.
The Alchemy of Affinity The Alchemy of Affinity 1
His Nearness, our Paradise

Rabia Basri’s reply to Jaihoon
Rabia Basri is a well-known lady saint who lived in the city of

Basra, Iraq in the early stages of Islam. In her intense love of God,
she was more interested in meeting Him after death than entering
paradise or escaping hell.
Last night had I a dream

Close to real did it seem
Across the streets of Basra

Walking I in a state of doubt
My mind in pain was put

With Reason my heart was cut
Appeared then by my side

Who in His Love all nights cried
She saw the cloud in my eyes

As if faith’s sun not in me rose
“About paradise I am uncertain

Its blessings I cannot ascertain
Slaves of your stature, tell me

Why for paradise’ blessings no rapture?
For the inmates in His Book been promised

Drink of Honey and kiss of houri
The Alchemy of Affinity 2 The Alchemy of Affinity 3
But His lovers do not such desire We are those of sabiqoon band
Nor do they fear the Hell-fire Our greatest bliss to near Him stand
Why I find no mention of your like? The rest of comforts after that follow
Or did Lord forget those who Him like? Honey and houri are for us shallow
Tell me, O Rabia, O Jaihoon!

Lost in His aura We are of sabiqoon
If not of the Right Hand We worshipped Him for His sake

You belong to which band? He alone remained our joy and ache
Tell me O fearless saint You moved your heads and hands

Why His Book has not your count? In desire to fly as heaven’s birds
What is the reward for your love? For we lovers

Not houri, honey and rivers if you love” Suffices He
Feeling pity for my spiritual ignorance His nearness

She bestowed on me pearls of Him-awareeness Our Paradise”
“O the wise one fooled by the devil Note : This poem is set around the Sura Waqia, the 56th chapter of Quran.
Your heart with no love turned sterile It is especially referring to verses, And those Foremost (in Faith) will be
Foremost (in the Hereafter). These will be those Nearest to Allah (verse
A truth known to this unlearned old lady 10,11). Sabiqoon, or the foremost ones, are those who prefer and crave for
Why for your young wisehead turned not handy? the closeness to Allah than the blessings in paradise.
Reason : The arrogant Intellect of man influenced by Satan as opposed to
Have you really read His Book? Heart which is full of faith in God
Or cast a ritual hasty look?
Did you dive deep?

Or just a casual peep? ===
Unfound What then of my Tasbih-
Who maddened me in His Love
Who blew into my soul air of Merciful Him
I have heard… Who made my life sweeter than I dreamt
In deserts are found mirages
In clouds are found rains
In paradise are found houris What then of my Tasbih-
Whose love eats my heart as cancer
I have heard… Cuts my nerves like thorn razor
With oracles are found secrets Freeze my blood as in a bitter freezer
In the garden are found roses
Within the shell are pearls
What then of my Tasbih...
I have heard… No longer I ask Lord
Around the flame fly moths No more words can I afford
Rays lead to the Sun No paths left to tread
Shadow to its true being
I have heard... My life a feast of pain

Friends are with one another found For onlookers seem vapid joy
If one is nowhere seen I alone hear my silent moan
With other be found Love a crime in this lustful nation
I have heard...
If in reality be better Lips silent
At least in dream Heart in complaint
Life becomes sweet I wail with blind hope
‘O My Merciful Him’
What then of my Tasbih-
Who left my soul’s moon
Cleft in a state of doom
Shattered in pieces thousands
What then of my Tasbih-

===
Who is from me space far
Who disappeared since time long
Even in dream cares not to appear
Another paradise for the lovers Love me as much

Love me as such
As if angels be jealous
Love me as much Of your love, so zealous
Love me as such
As if we became the hive Love me as much
For bees who for love starve Love me as such
As if Lord has set aside
Love me as much Another paradise for the loved
Love me as such
As if we were a book O the mercy-filled wine
For the ignorant to look (at) To drink is fortune only mine
Love me…As if in the morrow
Love me as much You can love no more
Love me as such
As if in the garden
Were flowers we alone
Love me as much
===
Love me as such
To the dying is dear
A handful of water
Love me as much
Love me as such
As I stand by your side
Or into the earth I fade
Love me as much
Love me as such
As if a lover
Differ not from a martyr
A Plaint of Love My Heart without you, O Love-

Every day she makes a honey-like claim
cheeked one
‘About you do I think all the time’.
My heart without you
In pain beats
But as I pass through moments very silent With no joy
Then on my lips does arise heart’s plaint
‘Is it not possible for time some more Confused what to write
To spend for the one you utterly adore?’ Wandering as a lost kite
=== Even dreams look bad

Sleep seldom comes

Suffocated with solitude
Despised with own self

Love seems so unreal
Unable to feel

Feels so scared
Even to cry

Shuns the flowers
Miserable at your absence

No longer enjoy
The joys of life
Lines broken A Sweet Revenge Between two
Words incomplete lovers of God
O love-cheeked one!
O Friend!
My own shadow Lovers always secrecy choose
Seems strange Beloved alone their love knows
To me your presence
Alone was true friend Love is not to be in loose talked
Diamonds be kept in case locked
Sobs, tearless
Every nerve in me All that Lovers have is but love
Complains, annoys Wine, Wealth and women are-
For them but love
Drugged with your love
Intoxicated with passion A saint of His was once called
Without you beside By the king who in his time ruled
Death with me resides
Both knew each other well- For,
Time at me fun pokes
‘Hu’ was that in their hearts dwell
Solitude stone throws
Without you beside
A madman am I let loose For a long time they conversed
Till when it’s time to be dispersed
O love-cheeked one!
Joyless, The king in his joy announced
Lifeless, A secret till then was concealed
Without you
‘I’ am less. ‘This slave is much dear to ‘Hu’
This secret is known but to few
=== He stays awake,

While the world is asleep
He tries to make, The king heard the will of the bygone saint
Towards ‘Hu’ a further leap” And without a choice gave he the consent
The saint felt ashamed The king too was not second in love
About his secret revealed His heart like the saint to ‘Hu’ was turned
He swore to take revenge At once he realized the vengeance of love

One day his shame would he avenge The saint had settled the score before he did go
Days and nights passed None in the kingdom was of any merit
Months and years elapsed But the king, to lead the prayer of death
But his will remained the same O Friend

On the king would he bring a blame Lovers always secrecy choose
Beloved alone their love knows
On the fateful day when he died
A trick on the king he played Love is not to be in loose talked
Diamonds be kept in case locked
He wrote in his last will-
On who shall lead his funeral All that Lovers have is but love
Wine, Wealth and women are-
‘A slave of ‘Hu’ he is- For them but love
Never before Asr did he sunnah miss’
O Tasbih!
Those around worried I was damned from your presence
How shall he be buried Like Satan, expelled from paradise
Where would anyone find such a slave At least in dream appear

Elders and mullas took from there leave To remind me of His Love and fear
Every nook and corner they searched My Merciful..

Until when at the court the news reached How Merciful!
“My Merciful Him who loves me”
Vent of an Uprooted Tent
I say not a word more
Than what I said before What happened all these days
Whomto had I turned my face
The sweetness I got from your few words Why did I drink from cup else
I would repeat until death visits my beads When came over my soul these curls?
My faith’s tree fell upside down

Notes I forgot the way to His town
Hu : Lt. He, referring to God Without a living soul

I turned to a rock
Sunnah: Voluntary prayers (here) Even worms that crawl
Shunned my barren heart
=== I searched for the attributes of Adam

For, I could not recall nature of my being
I imitated the cry of a living man

But not a drop of tear in my eye came
My mind would not stay in a place

Jolting as a ferry caught in hurricane’s arms
I tried to cure my pain with ways diverse

I consumed with hope many kind of tonics
I pinned my hope on all but the true Cure

Who but Him could heal me for sure
I ran in shame from those who believed

(For), the stream of my heart elsewhere flowed
The hypocrite was more sincere in his deeds This beggar feels like a king
I failed to move the rosary at par with his beads When in your thought a tear I bring!
Not even in the dream could I hear But You,

The music of the Sage in rest at Lahore All love are in vain,
But You
While His slaves around danced All comforts are but pain
In the abundant rain of His mercy-
My cup was empty and broken But You,
Even tears flowed not to quench None but You”
I fell out of His Grace O Reader!

I hurt myself with sins! These are just lines of a hypocrite’s joy
They aren’t of any worth for you to enjoy
I did get much love from my folk
Their lips were busy with my talk Look not up to me for any lessons great
Wise ones ought not care for fools’ talk
But that did me no good
I starved for another food Leave me alone to rant and vent
The silly story of my uprooted tent
Though many envied my joyful face
I covered the dirt of my wretched soul
Tonight when I laid crying in sujud

His Compassion covered me in tears
===
I opened my heart’s wounds before Him
I begged for the cure with His Rahm
In secret and in joy did I wail

Such pain, my face turned pale-
“Ya Rabb! Where else to knock

But on the door of Malikul Mulk!
Jaihoon untied his bonded sorrows-
FORGET it For her to know
But for now...
FORGET it!!
My hand moved to call her
I rushed home from the busy world
I rubbed my blurred eyes...
But forget it
===
I danced in joy with your mirage
I enjoyed your face in sleep
I jumped while in my dream...
But forget it
I held the pillow close to heart

I held my breath...
But forget it
O compassionate Shirin!
Your Farhad is in pain!
O passionate Leila
Majnun’s gone pale, ah!
Your absence kills me-

Inch by inch
My soul suffers
Bit by bit
My senses shatter
One by one
If not by your presence,
Heal me by means else!
Nay, they are not.
His Friends: Between Two Lies Wali? Believe not!
The man on the street not easily finds The second lie is in fact
Hard is to hunt for those whom He befriends His true Friends’ smart tact
Pearls lie in the heart of the ocean When one asks them
Concerning His friendship
Who could risk their lives to gain (them)?
They disclaim such titles
And shun the world’s eyes
Shells are scattered on the shore to play
They come under the feet of the Time They hide their secret from everyone
And open their hearts to Him alone
Even So,
There are today shells which otherwise claim They lie to protect the Truth
They dress in colors to match the pearl’s gleam… And pray to protect their bond (with Him)
A saint of past once uttered He is hidden

Although His signs are spread bare
A truth that’s short-lettered
His friends too are hidden
But their tales are left for us to hear
‘Between two lies’
Said he about His Friends I give up! O my merciful Tasbih-
The man on the street not easily finds
O friend! Hard is to hunt for those whom He befriends
Shall I tell you about the twin lies-?
First about deception, Notes
Then ‘bout confession
Wilayat (Sainthood) is not a position to be selfishly claimed for the
recognition of this world. A Wali (literally friend) of Allah is a sincere
The false ones pretend to be saints slave who abandons worldly luxuries and strives to keep his devotion to
For their miracles needing complements Allah a well-kept secret.
They call themselves to be His friends
Whereas He is distant from their dreams
They crave for world’s recognition

And raise themselves to such position
===
How could I love you not? You and your love,
Beauty, grace and service-
All a ‘Mercy’ from Al Wadood
O light of my soul Then, how could I love you not?
On your shoulders I lay in rest
How could I love you not? Notes
O rose of my garden no-lie world : The world of barzakh (the interval between death and
You are prayers-full from head to toe resurrection). No lie would be tolerated in the grave-life
How could I love you not?
Al Wadood : Most Loving, referring to God
O coolness of my eyes
Your bosom radiates with love and care
O strength of my heart
===
You reassure me with confidence
O comrade of my soul
Even in the no-lie world beside me you wish to lie
After you came

Life more than dream beautiful became
They say Love makes one blind

But joy over joy did I in life find
Oh! I ask again and again

But no answer could I gain-
Love Unlimited O my love, O my Foe
I admit without the doubt slightest Those who have sense
Nothing like His Justice is as just And not lost in any craze
It is full of Mercy towards the sinner
It ignores many crimes big and minor Have said-
But ‘The one who gives you love is the beloved

There are limits defined for all The one who cause you pain is your enemy
‘Mizan’ saves the world from fall
Both are never the same
Our thoughts and actions are to be limited On their prey both cannot claim!’
Love and hate beyond it aren’t permitted
Were you the one
O my love-swelled beloved! Who blessed me with love?
My heart for you bleeds with compassion Are you the one
My veins dance in the rain of your passion Who such agony gives?
Love is indeed a blessed thing O the pair of my heart

It makes a beggar feel like a king O the coolness of my eyes
But this lover is drunk in your zealous craze
Unaware where to turn from (your thoughts) his face Your memories of years is blown like a tent
By the storm of separation lasting just a month
Will this fanatic be punished-
For this excess he committed ? So severe was the heat of your want
The rose for the nightingale was only granted- I am no longer that once-fertile land
With the command to refrain from Love Unlimited
Rains of joy shall dry in a moment
Notes The thirst sucks all from beneath
Mizan : The God-instilled scale which maintains the balance of life Dream is a window to see in reality one’s wishes
There is nothing dear to me than your presence
=== But even in dream I am robbed of your face

So pitiful is this wretched lover’s case
Ah! My senses are going weak Times five or more I pray,
Although in youth I am at peak Yet night is as painful as day
You too in your duas to Him say
Forgive if my talk passes beyond reason May your love’s victim alive stay
Hold me not captive for acts of treason
Reins of my mind are no longer with me

Tears never show any respect towards me ===
O my beloved who bathed me in love
O my enemy who wounded my heart
Draw closer to your lover and victim

Resolve my pain or I have my revenge
Be kind to this broken-hearted

Be generous to this soul-shattered
Time within walls of my room

Is crawling like a hesitant worm
Every moment I am counting

If towards me are you coming
Yet, my counting extends

I only find your absence
Name my cry as you please-

Love or craze
Possessive or Selfish
Or a helpless man’s weakness!
The Pain-Price of Love Lover can neither bear the pain of her memories
Nor walk away from the garden ignoring her scent
To each thing in this world
A price apt has He assigned With her thoughts his heart is a bleeding rose
Without her it becomes a thorny desert cactus
Nothing in life is gained free
The fruit is for those who strive up the tree To each thing in this world
A price apt has He assigned
O dear one.
Your thought aches my solitary heart Nothing in life is gained free
As if on my wound is rubbed salt The fruit is for those who strive up the tree
O dear one
Pray to lessen your sweet thoughts
Suffer me not as a mirror put between stones
===
But let not your prayer make me forget
That you remain no more in this lover’s heart
And I become as a dry wood
In the desert of this cruel world
Ah! Is Solitude the twin of Affinity?

This Pain-price for love is so hefty!
Love is a strange state of bewilderment -

Heart is lost between remembrance and forgetfulness
A Tale of Two Lights This Rose remained ignorant of its own smell
Until you sprinkled His Love on its petal
“One midnight as I looked through the window I became a wonder for my own self
A strange light did my attention draw I danced in love like in breeze moves a leaf
It shone like a faint bulb I wish not to steal your prized time
Even as I tried to my eyes rub I ask only to silently remain beside your song.”
I thought much about its origin Notes

Whether it was the work of man or jinn?
Fajr: The pre-dawn prayer
It pleased my eyes
I blinked not more than twice
Was it the distant stars in the sky-

Which twinkles at the command of the Most High?
===
After a while…
I witnessed the break of Fajr
And the left behind the light-wonder
I washed my face and hands well

And in the thought of Him I began to dwell
He filled my heart with another Light

Every worry and fear became feather-light
O my crazed nightingale
Who filled my life with melody
In your company I forgot what I did until then know

You taught me that His Worship is not devoid of love
Jaihoon’s Poetic Bowl Even if mine is gone,
Let one of their pilgrimage gain
O reader!
Take it from this little soul Mercy for my brethren filled my heart
A drop from Jaihoon’s poetic bowl In such a state I forgot my own want
A slave once cried along with others The Voice again spoke in Command
“Rabb! Accept my pilgrimage” said he in tears
Another marvel for them was at hand
He kept his hands raised to the skies
He wished for a reply to come for once “I am the Lord who created Compassion
If I feel not for them, ‘tis out of reason
Into his ears came the cry of his folks
They begged for the same favor as him My slave of your kind is to them so kind
How then can Your Creator do them offend?
He felt pity hearing their wail, (and thought)
‘Let their prayers win, even as mine fail’
If your heart beats for one slave’s hajj (to be accepted)
Came this Voice into his ears Lo! Be known that all your thousands’ do I hereby
“Why such a thought did you nurse?” acknowledge.”
The slave replied in a low tone O reader!

Why such a marvel had he shown Take it from this little soul
A drop from Jaihoon’s poetic bowl
“They have cried more than me
They have traveled to reach Your Home
He is the Ultimate Artist of this Universe
One after another, Who painted this world with eternal benevolence
They suffered with pain
No mother can show more love for her child
I feel pity for their every sacrifice As does the Creator shows for this trifle world
Their acceptance for me is suffice
If you ask me the proof of His Everlasting Mercy Lovers’ Tears Precious than
He let this sinner live to write such in a world so busy
Paradise’s Rivers
Now and then His thoughts pierce my veins
I become alive and His Love fills my half-corpse O Tasbih!
The joy and pain of His lovers are shown

I wonder at my own image in the mirror
Only to the One who in their hearts rein
I see the world with new hue and color
They can suffer no other plight
His Beloved’s greetings dance on my lips
By Him alone can they delight
While joy fills the heart caged between the ribs
Last night two slaves gathered
=== As their silent prayer I overheard
“Give us not the pain of this world

But the pain of Your Merciful Love
Let your Love be our constant cry

Save us from the bread-only hurry
Ya Hayy!
Ya Qawiyy!
O Most high!
O our heart’s sigh!
O the stone of our souls’ ring-

Our tears are but Your Spring
The drops that on our cheeks run

Are dearer than the rivers in the heaven
Suffice to us Your do’s
Save us from Your Don’ts
Dead or Alive: You alone tell me
We bow Without Your remembrance
We pray Without Your Beloved’s love
We say Am I dead or alive
But by Your sway! You alone tell me
Take not back this fortune I asked this question

Make us not like lifeless stone To my own soul
Ashamed and embarrassed
We worshipped day and night It failed to answer my call
Not for once You came to sight
O who brought me to this world
Never did we make a demand Separating me from your Merciful Being
That Your vision come to hand Let this corpse-like sinner for tonight live-
With Your thoughts and beloved’s love
Our hearts simply believed
The words of Your Beloved I am alive
If in my heart Your thoughts are alive
Your Signs evident all over I am alive
Your Self apparent nowhere If in my veins reverberates Madina’s song
Yet we call, For a few days as I swam at ease

In the waters of those beside the two
Ya Hayy! All the light in me eroded
Ya Qawiyy! My faith crumbled and corroded
O Most high!
O our hearts’ sigh! Without Your remembrance
Without Your Beloved’s love
The drops that on our cheeks run Am I dead or alive
Are dearer than the rivers in the heaven You alone tell me
=== ===
Striking Stones of Spirit to emit Every ignorant hypocrite has days of faith
Didn’t these lines fall in Jaihoon’s fate?
His Fire
Therefore,
“Life means a passionate burning, an urge to make, Keep to your self the stones of spirit
To cast in the dead clay the seed of heart.” For, they shall one day Sinai-like fire emit
O friends who carry the stones And if you strike them like al Musthafa-
Striking each other to create sparks That Sweet Beloved of Lord-
(sallallahu alaihi wa sallam)
Would you throw them to the mire
If after a try or two they make no fire? Greater will be the fire from Mount of Nur
Would you not hit them again and again For, old-fashioned is the talk of Mount of Tur
Until the moment you see the flame plain?
Notes
O friends who are in distraction lost
In your remembrance of Lord of Alast Life means a passionate... : A couplet by Allama Iqbal
Alast : Alastu rabbikum, the occasion referred to in Qur’an when Allah
O those who are in confusion embarrassed
asked the humanity “Am I not your Lord” and they all replied “Yes”.
When before Him your forehead is placed
Greater will be the fire: The coming of Holy Prophet invalidates the
O those who in forgetfulness ruined
earlier laws of other Prophets.
When His nearness have you gained
Mount of Nur: where the Holy Prophet was revealed the Holy Quran
O those who fall asleep
When to Him you want to leap
Mount of Tur : where Moses (as) conversed with the Lord.
Dishearten not!
Tighten the knot (of hope)!
One day the devil will lose his game

All his tricks shall one day be lame
Give up not your habit of repeated trial
===
One day shall you fall in His lovers’ file
Sweet Love, Bitter death! Death makes the love go sour
It knocks uninvited on lovers’ door
Love is a sweet and selfless feeling The heart then thinks of none but its own,
Before the beloved, the heart is kneeling Not even the one to whom it has love shown.
Lives are given even before its request He is ready to die first,
Lovers may jump to fire if faced with test But not suffer in her separation first.
‘Your wish is my command’, O reader!

says the lover Sweet love, bitter death-
With the heart in his hand. Who dare deny this truth?
‘Anything and everything you say Notes

My soul is in your sweet sway’
7-versed prayer : Sura Fatiha, the first chapter of Holy Quran, which is
Ah! But last night in the love’s chamber traditionally recited near Muslim graves for the benefit of its residents.
Majnun made to Leila a strange whisper
“O sweet one. Prior to your death,

Let me be placed below the earth ===
Every Friday shall I wait for your gift
The 7-versed prayer as your hands lift (in prayer)’
I can bear anything but your parting

Solitude hurts even before its starting
May God give you much courage, if-

I live not, and you live in such age”
Death is indeed so bitter and harsh

In front of it, love too becomes selfish
O Nizamudheen! Like you had O Nizamudheen! Like you had I been
A like of you is nowhere to be seen!
I been!
Came the reply-
This poem is addressed to Nizamudhin Auliya, the mystic saint of
These comforts,
Delhi, who won the heart of millions and continue to inspire a large
Which on your soul tie knots
number of people around the world. He kept away from the Kings who
were eager to meet him at his residence. He slept and ate very little, and
These dishes-
kept busy himself in the remembrance of the Lord. His father died at the You eat them as per the system’s wishes
age of five and was survived by his mother and himself. They lived in
utter poverty. These cushions,
Which in your home fashions
As I turned the pages on the life of Sage of Delhi These skyscrapers

His high station with the Lord influenced me greatly Which your heart’s growth hampers
The mother and son starved most of the nights This worry
“Tonight we have nothing, so let’s remain His guests” To be rich in a hurry...
O Nizamudheen! Like you had I been How is it possible you would ever find Him?
A like of you is nowhere to be seen! Tell me one reason you have to call upon Him?
O Nizamudheen! I too am in His quest How can you buy light in the market of darkness?
His love keeps burning in my breast A rose is planted in the garden, not a land barren
Tell this hypocrite a comforting word Do you search for Abraham in the workshop of Azar?
For, I cannot ask this question aloud Are you looking for Moses in the palace of Pharaoh?
The creed and its symbols are hijacked The minutes you devote for so-called prayer,
Mercy and Love have they from it axed Does no good more than split of hair.
They bring kaafir-made bricks to adorn the Masjid Your ears are fondled by the musical melody,
And expel the Mulla to far off for uttering a bitter word And your heart surfs on the waves of fantasy.
You have no time for Him,
Not more than few minutes you give Him.
Distance in Love
For hours you sleep, The days of Sun and Mon pass by,
For days and nights you work, But the kite of your memories still flies high
For months you strive for paying bills,
For years you save penny until death, O coolness of my eyes!
But for just moments you turn towards Him. O the warmth of my heart!
You are ready to waste your life in traffic, Even as I hide my pain absorbed
But stingy when it comes to His worship. In the world of zeroes and ones
My heart aches all the more
You take a break for Him from your busy work To see your compassionate smile
All my life I forgot to even a minute Him overlook
The heart translates its pain into tears,
May God have mercy on you thirsty ones Why? So that I realize all the more its pain
May your sparks become mine-like flames.”
Wise ones say that distance in love is a fortune,
Notes (And that) love grows more and more in such state
workshop of Azar : The father of Abraham who made idols and sold O the sweet warrior who cut the pride of my intellect
them.
The sun of my victory shone as I lost to your love
=== The blood of His Mercy in me flowed

As you wounded me with your tender sword (of love)
Jaihoon has no more selfish claims to raise,

For all those he received to Him belongs praise
O love-filled pearl.
Give this empty shell a melodious rhyme
That which he can sing until you shall one day come
The days of Sun and Mon pass by,
But the kite of your memories still flies high
Lost in Him
Notes One cold night after my prayer
I looked at the face my Tasbih dear
Days of Sun and Mon : Sundays and Mondays or the days of week.
I asked “In what thoughts are you lost?
world of zeroes and ones: World of Technology To whom have your heart become host?
=== You heard not my call

Things big are to you small
The lovers have entered the harem

Why then are you filled with mayhem?”
Jaihoon heard the reply in words short

I saw in it no signs of pride of any sort
“I am lost in my Merciful Him

It is His verses that in my ears ring.”
Notes
Tasbih : Literally meaning the rosary, Tasbih is Jaihoon’s archetype of

Shams Tabrez, the spiritual mentor of Jalaludhin Rumi, who inspires
Divine Love and Fear in the poet.
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A Noble Message for the Love-less Remember His favors in your talk
Think not that love cannot be taken back
Age
A mention of Him to your loved dear
My heart beats with a noble message And He shall make your name on heavens hear
Filled with love,
’Tis meant for this ‘love-less age’ O lovers!
These are not a roaming poet’s lines
I care not if lovers refuse my gift To tease you with the tale of cups and wines
Many a time did the world with me rift
All I want is to share a little virtue
I speak the truth open Let the same in your life ensue
That which in my heart does deepen
Notes
O lovers!
These are not a roaming poet’s lines roaming poet’s : The Holy Quran addresses the misguided poets as those
To tease you with the tale of cups and wines who roam in the valleys saying things which they do not practice
All I want is to share a little virtue cups and wines : Common symbols used in mystic poetry
Let the same in your life ensue
Rahm: Compassion. The Holy Quran states that compassion that exists
‘As you lie in the lap of the beloved between hearts is a work of God
As your speech flows word after word
And He shall make your...: Based on a Hadith of Prophet sallallahu
As you count the stars in the sky alaihi wa sallam
As you wave at the birds flying high
As you both merge: eye to eye

As you both unite: soul to soul ===
Forget not your Merciful Him
Who created the feeling of ‘rahm’
A poet reprimanded Such is your smile
On day while shopping in the market No matter whether ’tis spring or winter
I was asked to name a natural product Nothing can hinder your smile so tender
Unaware, I kept my helpless silence The magic of your Affinity it is

Not a word I had in defense Or else I would never, ever see
And then a voice spoke in reprimand I realized my own fault
It sounded soft but not far from command
When beside you I sat.
“You are versed in the world of thought
You know to quote well from the wise lot It makes my worries sink
And I begin to sincerely think
You seem to know too much
But from simple names you’re out of touch How much to thank
The Lord in return.
You poets speak of the rose and nightingale
Yet not a flower’s name in the garden can you hail O Tasbih! Such is your smile
That set my heart on His fire
You wander in the valleys of heavenly thoughts
Pity! You are dry from the waters of the spring of life
Ignorant of the affairs of the earth on which you walk

Your heart is turned to the world full of vain talk
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Jaihoon! I am a simple-minded slave of God
Who on the clouds of wisdom have not rode
Yet I know the names of every eatable fruit
For which many thanks for the God I have got.”
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Cry of a Shameless Slave I have learnt only for favors to ask
I am used for Your Reply to reach
It is a commonly accepted fact, I am more confident of Your Prompt Answer
(That) there are limits for favors to ask
Than my own questions which in me trigger
Relations with others are bound
By manners when arises certain want Without feeling any shame have I asked
I wished for rain, but not ready to be soaked
One may request.
Then ask. And yet again,
And again. I dare to ask again.
For more gain-
But for every favor to you given Your Bountiful Rain!
Shall be given another in return…
I ask You,
O Listener of my woes! O my Generous Master!
A shameless slave I am
O Fulfiller of my wants! But not a deceitful sham!
O who raised my name!
Grant me the generous favor
To thank for all that You did deliver
O who spread my fame!
O Solver of my hardships! If You made me the envy of the humans

By giving me blessings in abundance
O Remover of harm! Then make me also the envy of angels
To pay You gratitude for these miracles!
O Originator of wonders!
You have indeed heard me

No complaint do I have against You ===
I have asked You for so many years
But Your Reply makes them appear as days
Ask anyone but me Therefore,
O lovely rose who pricked my tender soul
Ask anyone but me how I bled in your longing
Pain is not a thing new in love
Why then waste time relating all by myself ? If at all later I gain my senses back
Then shall I tell you matters white and black
O lovely rose who pricked my tender soul
Ask anyone but me how I bled in your longing Come to me soon-
Or a little more than soon!
Ask my eyes about the flood of tears Come to me as quickly as you can
Never before has it cried such for years Before comes from heaven the Terrifying Summon!
Ask my heart how faintly it beat

It could not bear your coming so late
Ask the mirror about the state of my face

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It became like a strangers’; unable to recognize
Ask the prayer mat laid on the floor

How my tears upon it began to pour
Ask the heavens about my fervent prayer upon prayer

I wished my call to Him would rise higher and higher
Ah! Ask your own Merciful Lord-

About the trust I put in Him!
My beloved!
You need not believe my tale of woes, (for)
Love is a sickness that steals a lover’s senses
It cannot separate fact from the fantasy
’Tis the fault of love’s ecstasy
Not Anymore! A Believer lives like ship ‘on’ the
Everything in life has a limit
water
The climb has to stop at mount’s summit
May I relate a wonderful incident-
Tasbih! I have cried enough, There lived in a town a Him-fearing merchant
Now I deserve to laugh
A man came running to him from another town
Your love has so far made me mad And told,
Now return the senses which I before had “Your ship in waters has gone down”
Your separation won me everyone’s pity The merchant looked down for a while
Now sit beside to arouse their envy And then said with smile “Al hamdu lillah”!
I burnt like coal in the furnace of thought
After some time came to him another news
Now fondle my deeds in the garden of action
“The ship that sank was not yours”!
Beauty that runs in the streets
Like an untamed beast Again, he looked down for a while
Show me the same when His Fear And then said with smile “Al hamdu lillah”!
Binds it with strings modest
The people around were struck by surprise
Pour into my heart What was this secret, they could not appraise
The honey of Affinity
Not any more can I bear They wondered why his reply for both was same
My soul’s complaint of friend empty! For the first one, ‘Inna lillah’ why he didn’t exclaim?
Notes The merchant in return replied

Why hamd had he mentioned
I burnt like coal : Inspired by a poem of Allama Iqbal
=== “When I heard that the ship had submerged

I checked my heart to see if it was disturbed
When I found it was not shaken
I praised Him for not being forsaken
A rose-red for every tear shed!
Then when I heard that the ship was not mine The rose to the nightingale once complained
I checked my heart did any special joy gain “Why do I cry when my heart is a little strained?”
I can bear no sad affair

When I found it was like before still calm I can see no one suffer
I praised Him for keeping my heart firm”
Tell me, is this a noble trait?
O Tasbih! Any words you have to make me bright?
A believer and world The nightingale thought for a while

Is like ship and water And said to make the rose smile-
As long as the ship is above the water, “O kindhearted rose! In cry is a joy
It will sail smoothly over the latter Which the selfish of today can never enjoy
But when water enters inside the ship You are so blessed to have a kind heart
A hue that is most lacking in life’s colorful art
It will be destroyed during its trip
Men and women are no longer compassionate
A believer lives in this world About their own wealth they are passionate
But not world inside his heart
Forget this world and its mean creatures
Be proud of your tears which sincerely flows
Notes
Take it from me, O sweet one
Inna lillah : To Allah do we belong. This is the words said when a Remember this when tears run-
believer comes across any unfavorable news
For every drop of tear shed-
Hamd: The praise of Allah HE will give you an ocean of roses-red.
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Why Love me so much? No Perfection for Love but after
Thinking about her one day
death
Jaihoon in his dream did say-
Leila insists that he look at none besides her
“Ah! Why love me so much? Majnun complains ‘Why I see nothing besides her’?
Why with tears my absence you quench?
Love steals the color and scent of the world
If I fail to give you the same in return
I fear His Justice will bring the hell-burn Near ones have to scream for a word to be heard
O Tasbih! Pray to your Merciful Rabb Who said in love is much joy?
Like yours, may my heart always in love rub
The soul gets restless fighting this ploy
The defeat in hate is not hard to bear
But to lose in love is matter of fear” There is no perfection for it but after death
It is too great a flower to bloom on this earth
=== In these sixty or seventy years

How much can lovers share?
Oh dear! Isn’t this span so little (for)
Love’s song to happily whistle
Ageing and weakness is for the mortal body

Time’s march only adds to Love’s sweet melody
When have lovers ever stopped asking Him?

Their greed takes them further closer to Him
My Tasbih! You are for me but a sweet excuse I wonder how lovers have time to
His Mercy I received which I dared not to refuse
fight?
Help Jaihoon make his love for Him further bloom
One night in a dream
Would you sit beside even when he lies in the tomb? My soul began to roam
I swear to keep my eyes fixed on your sweet (eyes) It passed by a lover about to die
But would you nail His Love in my heart’s seat? As in his dear one’s lap did he lie
It was their last moment
=== Death upon him was imminent
Much did they have still to share

Alas! But the lover fell in death’s snare
It was the point of no return

No medicine was left to churn
The journey was all well set

Time would lend no more debt
Tears flowed down her cheek

She became dumb unable to shriek
As I approached them near

The lover’s talk I began to hear-
“Fear not, O my dear one.

Shall I tell you a thing?
For your pain to shun…
Recite for me the greetings of peace, (so that) Ah! Just then I woke from the dream
I repeat them on the Beloved named after ‘Praise’ I shivered with fear about to scream
I have heard that in return will come His rahm Into the air I raised my hands in prayer
When a believer sends a greeting of sallim And begged Him for a similar desire.
Therefore, Notes
Let His blessings upon me begin to descend
That will suffice from Azraeel’s fear to defend Beloved named after ‘Praise’ : The literal meaning of Holy Prophet’s
sallallahu alaihi wa sallam blessed name is Praised One
I wish, o Lord, how sweet a wish-
As is water so dear to the little fish return will come His rahm : Allah blesses a person ten times when he
greets Prophet sallallahu alaihi wa sallam once.
My soul parts in joy while greeting the Beloved
So that when I rise, to approach him have I an excuse Azraeel’ : the Angel of death
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Why then are you sad,
O light of my soul?
If love be for His sake,
Even death is for it a test small.
O friend. Whisper for me once again

Waste not your chance for my love gain
You can shed your human tears later too

But love has earthly moments but a few
I wonder how lovers have time to fight

Do they forget the moment of soul’s flight?
The thought of death,

The word of death,
The act of death...”
How sweet His Fear! Why remind me of what I most lack-
In the race of virtues, why keep me back?
O Tasbih! How sweet His Fear
Have you been granted my dear? O Tasbih! How sweet His Fear
Have you been granted my dear?
Even in the words that to me you write
You fear that none with Him compete
Notes
You coin the words with so much care
Not one should even closer to Him dare Samudiri in the absence of Marakkar’s navy : Samudiri is the medieval
king of Kerala and Marakkars are the naval heroes who defended his
And if at all by human failure kingdom from colonial aggression.
When you utter something similar-
Alas! You are filled with deep regret

Over the matter that you did forget
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At once in tears you seek with Him refuge
Even your ‘angelic’ smile you ‘humanly’ refuse
Oh Tasbih! Why you burn in me the fire of envy?

Why make me dream of harvest with no rains heavy?
I am a rotten crop, why such fees on me levy?
Of what use is Samudiri in the absence of Marakkar’s navy?
Thirst is as tasty as water too Be not fooled by your narrow senses
Trust Him who made the earth and heavens
O Allah! May I reveal a hidden truth Take it from me, O His Slaves
Make it not a cause for your wrath Take it from me, none like Him gives!
I disclose it for other’s gain Be not disheartened at your state

May it benefit them even by a grain Keep asking Him without any retreat
Had I known before for sure He is in love with those who beg
That you’d grant me such treasure He responds in ways they never think
I would’ve asked you for more
Like a beggar knocking at the door O reader. Remember my lines
When to Him raises your hands-
Ya Rabb! I asked too less,
You gave me too much There is fun in asking too
Thirst is as tasty as water too
There is fun in asking too
Thirst is as tasty as water too
This slave has much to say

Light is shining from his clay
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O the slaves who cry to Him at night-
May this sinner reveal to you a wise secret?
The more Him you call

The better will be His reply
But dictate Him not what to give

Rather the choice of best to Him you leave
What has the bee seen besides the hive?

Where but in the well did the frog so far dive?
Teach me ABC of patience Therefore,
Make haste to whisper for my eager soul
His Beloved’s praises when our eyes fall
Sometimes like never before of Him you remind sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
Sometimes I fear your love make my senses blind
Who is with us when we go to sleep?
From the games of fate have I learnt Our souls are with Him as we dream deep.
What I hated more happened very soon
But even in the domain of such a night vision
O Rose! Therefore may I ask something silly- The Beloved’s greeting has won your attention
You may feel this Nightingale is crazy really sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
Is my love for you the sole reason why Imagine a greeting reaching the Dome of Yathrib
Ah! Imagine angels rushing to us on our dream’s trip
Time is passing so slowly as moon in the sky?
sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
Should I think of you with a lovely-hate? Ah! Imagine blessings showered tenfold
So that your love may bloom not so late Ah! Imagine wonders in life begin to unfold!
Teach me the ABC of patience Imagine! Imagine the joy O dear and rare one
I have forgotten my own lessons Imagine as if on earth we have paradise won
Drop me a rope so that I may climb Imagine the wonders that Beloved’s love can bring
I am drowning in the well of your love Then why....this delay for the bell of Affinity to ring?
Where am I asking for the whole cup? This hypocrite is used to asking too many questions
At least a drop you give for my soul to sip Without any manners to silently wait, he hastens
Forgive! Love is such a sharp sword

Patience is no doubt a noble virtue
It plunders the wealth of Reason’s hoard
But you will realize its difficulty true
When for my love in return How much ever I keep it in sheath
You shall in tears pursue It rears its head when it gets Love’s scent
Free me from blame,
O my Hindi dream!
Why make me cry?
From where did I begin Last night she made me in love’s pain cry
Where did I now turn? When I heard her tale of plead to the Most High
Don’t ask me questions in love-
Let Jaihoon freely flow, I too once used to wail like a small child
With the present times is he in row. For hours would I sit in the prayer mat like nailed
sallallahu ala Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wa sallam My words would not come out aloud
I wept before Him as if never before I cried
Notes
O Tasbih! Why make me cry with your tale?
Our souls are with Him as we dream deep: According to Quran, God Why make my little face go in your love pale?
catches our souls as we go to sleep.
Why make me envy about your Him loving maqam
Dome of Yathrib: The Green Dome under which the Prophet sallallahu Why burn in me the flame of love with this kalaam?
alaihi wa sallam is buried.
Why spread the fire of your restless heart in me
Imagine angles rushing to us on our dream’s trip: The greetings recited I had just begun to learn the lessons of patience
upon the Prophet sallallahu alaihi wa sallam are carried by angels and
presented to Holy Prophet sallallahu alaihi wa sallam. (Mishkat)
You have brought one excuse over the other
To make my heart in His Love go wither
=== I have but one appeal to you, O sweet Rose

Make me cry but stay with me always close
Tears shed in solitude lack the warmth

Unlike those that flow when beside the friend
Jaihoon too can cause your tears to trickle

With Him-arousing moments not so little
Therefore,
Why make me envy about your Him loving maqam
Now what about will you write?
Why burn in me the flame of love with this kalaam?
They challenged,
It has been the age-old habit of Love
To make the tears in lovers profusely flow “Until now, the field of life was your own
You solely chose which seeds to be grown
Not a single day passes in their lives
But the lover or beloved out of love cries You never shared with anyone time’s crown
You were free to roam as much around any town
Each makes the other’s eyes go blur
They reflect each other’s pain as in a mirror. You could freely travel without any ban, by which-
Your ideas flowed as smooth as the water ran
Notes
None pulled you hard with the strings of love-
Him loving maqam : The state of Love of God No rose made the nightingale in craze drive
Kalaam: speech Your ego burnt in the oven of pain

Like a sword became your thoughts’ pen
His Love go wither: The love of God softens the heart of man.
Your were lost in the world of books
You hardly knew how the reality looked
=== In the past,

Your pen was sharpened with pain of solitude-
Now with Affinity,
What will inspire your boat’s ride with such a tide?
Oh Jaihoon! Now with a soul to always love

What will keep your thoughts elegantly flow?
Your time and space are by her bound

To spare your time you are lawfully bound
So tell us in words straight
What about will you write?”
A Kite rises in love, not falls
I answered, Many hold the wrong view-
That Lovers fall in love
“My thought’s waters gush like in an ocean
Watch how the Nightingale sings in Rose’s passion But what is the case of a kite
The Heavenly Lord has blessed me with an earthly mercy Pulled by the thread of love
Watch how my lines soar as if to Rumi returned his Tabrez.”
It continue to rise in air
Seeing its way only higher
=== Once freed of the low earthly desires

Her love blows air to it and inspires
O reader!
Love is the art of conquering life’s heights
Believe me, it fortifies the self as Devil fights
I stopped What does a dream cost you?
‘I stopped looking at you too much “Every night before sleep to Him I pray
For fear evil eye might fall on you’ Ah! With much hope my desire I say
I stopped thinking of you more often ‘If not in front of my thirsty eyes
For the fear of forgetting my own self At least in dream if my prince comes’
What does it cost him to travel in a dream?

I stopped talking to you every day
What to ask so much from this world’s merciless system?
For the fear of losing my speech
No need to pass through the man-made blockade
I stopped my ears from listening your sweet voice No need to break from the world of winning bread
Even honey started to taste bitter for me
O dear! For even a dream-hour visit your beloved
I stopped writing about you every hour For how long is her soul waiting among the cloud?
My readers began to complain against you
My eyes and heart are thirsty for your presence
O Malanadan Rose. Do justice to this Nightingale At all times do I run and stop at Destiny’s fence
Pray for a remedy from Him for my sickness to heal!
I have become a mystery to my own self
Notes Your face is what I read in all that is on shelf
Malanadan: of the land of mountains Unfold to me, one by one,

The secrets of cool breeze
One by one make-
=== My little heart melt in His Mercy
O Jaihoon, in whom my soul swims!

Pay me a visit, at least in my dream
May He reach you the agony of my silent scream.”
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Bind us with Your Bond Leila’s cry from the desert of love
Ya Rabb! We are not yet fully sure “I used to be the queen among my peers
Have we thanked You in the right measure? My wisdom was a wonder even to my seers
Yet, we ask You for even more I put my heart and soul in my will
With much love, You we implore I renounced sleep to win without fail
Bring us the days of bygone peace

I was the sole mistress of my attentive mind
Let there be joy at every time and place
No glitter around could make me blind
May we swing for long in love’s flight
Let there be no moments for us to fight But now an odd state has taken place
I forgot the whereabouts of time and space
From the Accursed one, keep us on alert
We fear his solitary plots to make us apart I have become the lost Leila of the vast desert
Majnun’s mirage she sees wherever her eyes set
Ya Rabb! These little hands to You I raise
Let others mention our Affinity with much praise
During the day I intend to fix my mind in the night
We ask You with our head on ground During the night all my senses towards him take flight
Ya Allah! Bind us together with Your bond!
O my distant Majnun! Leave a little of my senses behind
How else will I to the matters of the world attend?
=== O my distant Majnun! Make me not a lunatic with love

Like a poor bee that lost its way in the hive
Even though such is the case
I continue to adore my craze-
At all times I secretly beg to my Merciful Him
Ya Rabb!
When in my sight will Majnun appear to coolness bring?”
A Dua as strange as its reply
Notes
My days were passing quite harsh
Leila and Majnun: The famous romantic tale of Arabia
The system had my head and heart crush-ed
=== My heart from love was so delicate

I tried hard but no care could I dedicate
I sent a plea to my compassionate sweetheart

‘Pray for me as you sit after prayer in the mat’
The wonder of dua’

Is as strange as its reply
More than you, it is you dear ones’
That will from Him a reply comply
O elegant one who covered me in love

As a blanket that keeps solitary cold away
Reveal to me the age-old mysteries of Affinity

Why Nightingale sits always in Rose’s vicinity?
To smile or cry?
Tell me the sweet secret of His Reply
That He heard your prayer made of love What good have I done?
To deserve this dear one...
You pretty face and sweet voice
Have often come to my rescue What should I in return say
For this gem made of clay
From the devil and his cunning plans
Much of it did I defeat or eschew Even before I coin words of dhikr
On the ground fall tears of shukr
Praise be to the Merciful Him I now stand helplessly silent

My hopes in life are no longer dim. Content, with no complaint
The beggar had asked for a penny or two

May my state of heart be of some benefit The Master gave him a treasure full
For those who around the river Jaihoon sit. Ah! You have granted me such a ‘mercy’
O Merciful Him! Help me to be grateful
=== What an ungrateful fool I am

So ignorant as a lad in the pram
I cannot believe what my eyes saw

I understand not the ‘mercy’ You did show
Oh my sweet Rabb!
I am with You more than pleased

You alone can have my pain eased
Bring me closer to Your Love

Make me firm on Your Beloved’s Law
You are the one to whom I can submit Notes
My actions that happened by chance and habit
made of clay: Humanity, according to Holy Quran, was created of clay.
Every moment I secretly fear deep in my mind
Will my Rabb make His Justice over His Mercy ascend? Dhikr, Shukr : Remembrance, Thankfulness
Whom to seek refuge,

Your Beloved’s Law: The dos and don’ts of religion as taught by Holy
When You are in rage?
Prophet sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
I am a wretched soul
O Allah! Leave me not alone
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I feel blessed
Very, very blessed
So much tears of joy

My soul wants to enjoy
O Allah! Count me not among those

Who give not thanks as Your Mercy flows
Let every drop of Jaihoon to You say thanks

So that he falls among those pious ranks
If you reveal not the mystery of ‘Mercy’

At least open for me the gates to show gratitude.
Do you write in Solitude? Familiarity : Poison for Affinity
My sweet beloved asked me last night An eager stranger asked me yesterday
‘Is it in solitude that you like to write?” Your friend and mentor do you meet everyday?
I smiled seeing the look in her curious eyes

I did not wait for a single moment
‘Coz the sailor rides gazing at the star in the skies
A reply I gave at the same instant-
Jaihoon flows in the hope of the Ultimate Sea
Without Affinity, the falcon turns an owl unable to see “No. Why would one want to meet?
Those who are always in their heart
I said, The purpose of meeting is to remind
About the ones they leave behind
“I live in the present times
In my song word and deed rhymes
Seeing dear ones everyday breeds familiarity
I am not fond of idle dreams The wise ones said it is a poison for Affinity!
I build my ends with practical means
Others make an effort to remember their loved ones
Little do I like to complain The beloved’s image they fix on the walls of their homes.
I speak the truth clear and plain Ah! But this fool is seeking an excuse to forget
Although he shivers of cold wrapped in the solitary jacket
What to gain of talking about worlds other?
I am the bud of today, about yesterday why bother?”
In every worldly crowd I go
My voice began to rise higher in tone Their memories in me flow
Although to listen around was my beloved alone
When alone I am like the sunburnt sand dunes
She kept looking at me in silence With them, I become the evergreen Hind full of springs
As if for her eyes I gave much coolness.
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Yes. Blessed are my eyes to have met them once
But my soul weeps parted I am from them since”
What is the remedy for this never-ending pain? Don’t leave me in the dark!
For how long shall I wait for Affinity’s train?
O dear flame. Don’t leave me in the dark
Bead by bead, O Rabb, since when I have been joining
For the devil’s forces upon me to stalk
But again and again why is my Tasbih still breaking?
I know you have a Him-fearing kind heart
You’ve been so generous to me since start
=== If you desert me in this confusing age

Where will I run to seek a pious refuge
My friend. Not in this dark me you leave

Who else will guide me towards His Love
Shall I bury my face among the penny papers?

Or indulge myself in the world of virtual cables?
Have you wondered what will happen to this moth?

In your absence he shall become another dead sloth
Drown me not with so much pain

Show me that you care as little as a grain
I shiver of cold in the bazaar of the beasts

What appears as candy is in real bitter taste
Men and women have become madly blind

With greed, their souls have they left behind
I see nothing but pitch darkness around

In hind and Hijaz I see only evils abound
All I need is a ray of Him Loving flame Without you I can bear any amount of pain,
Ah! Even if I am burnt have I no blame. But not the joy, which my success brings
Be a little kind to this little being Of what value is that joy

Plenty are the fortunes that he can bring Unable to share, makes you cry
In your absence my wings become weak Imagine the pain and regret of a shallow well
Without His fearful tears dry is my cheek
When His rain comes plenty, but it can’t have all
Now when I silently raise my head to the sky
My heart is small, it cannot contain much
Even before speaking a word I begin to cry
When the cup is to its full, it outflows
He hears me weep
He sees my heart deep For many years I ran east and west in His search
Within days you taught me in my heart is His reach
He knows how much sincere hope I keep
And what my heart whispers while I sleep Then I called Him the creator of the earth and sky
‘O My Merciful Him who loves me’ is now my cry
O My Tabrez. O My Tasbih!
Why to be so rude, o slave of Al Wadood?
Tell me a little more about that Merciful Him Why leave me to suffer in the solitude?
My heart is not content listening to you in dream
If you have wounded me partly with His Love- For the devil’s forces upon me to stalk
Take the sword and complete the story.
I have nothing else in this world to look at
For, it pains more for a lover’s heart to bleed
Our Ummah has become a stock to mock at
Give me not a book, but teach me how to read
O dear flame. Don’t leave me in the dark It cannot know the friend from the foe
For the devil’s forces upon me to stalk And talk matters big to make a show
Leave me not alone in solitude to perish I do not wish to put anyone in blame
Do everything else, but not like this punish What do I have for any difference to claim
In such a state, why me you desert
Alone in His Way, how shall I exert?
No Shame, Him you blame!
You showed me a world beyond books The other day my treasured friend I eagerly approached
His fear issued from your humble looks To relate news which my ears had just then fetched
My heart was heavy with the sad news

Now I come across learned sages
Nothing around could cause me to amuse
Who have learned numerous pages
I said,
Ah! But what is the use
His Love in me they can’t arouse
“Did you know about the bloody quake?
And the thousands of lives it did cruelly take?
For the devil’s forces upon me to stalk Houses are down, bridges are broken
The entire earth below them are shaken
I shall not stop my complaint
Until with it you shall acquaint! What a fate has upon them fallen
Their land with great misery is swollen”
May Allah grant you a thousand years more
To Love and fear Him more than ever before While I impatiently vent all my shock
My friend with silence did towards me look
Notes
And when I finished my hurried talk
Al Wadood: most loving. one of the 99 names of God A few sweet words my friend did unlock
In His way how shall I exert: The literal meaning of jihad is to ‘exert’. “How Merciful is my Him
Who is so patient with our zulm
=== He bears for long with the crimes of we humans

Looking for a chance to grant us forgiveness
But when all the limits are crossed

His judgment comes to be passed.
Thus when his punishment finally arrives
Not even the innocent one survives.
I would have loved you most, IF...
Yet how could you accuse His Mercy O the gift of God!
Knowing well how much Him I fancy Who shouted aloud
The word of love
Don’t you have any sense or shame In my silent world
To doubt His Mercy and put on Him blame
O the cool breeze
When it is time of day, you forget to praise Who moved the dark clouds
But when night falls, Him you criticize” Away from my sun
And brought colors
My heart was heavy with the sad news
Nothing around could cause me to amuse
To love you not in return
Would amount to a sin
Hearing these words I got more sad
Thinking about Him I had a feeling bad
I would have loved you most
I thanked Him for what I sadly learnt If in love there were no tears
From the company of Him-Loving Friend. And to lose it had I no fears
=== If to earn the bread was easy

And have all needs met hastily

If there had been no end
And life be on earth all spent
If there was no life in world next
And for my deeds were no count

If for love was no price to pay If any beside Him could defeat
For, every joy comes with a cry In the race to the station of great
I would have loved you most I would have loved you most
If you could stop me die If I could write a word
And hold me to cheeks nigh To ignore him could I afford

If I could love him not
If you would with me play And I become naught
In the gloomy grave as I lay
I would have loved you most If my life had a sweet moment
If I was certain of my fate Without his mention I make a comment
To get close to paradise’ gate
I would have loved you most If my soul ever smiled
If there were none beside And his praise I failed
But we in this world to reside
Ah!
I would have loved you most I would have loved him most
I would have loved you less
Had Lord not called
I would have loved others least
Mustafa His Beloved

If that Beloved not lured
The two worlds to his beauty
===
Had sun and stars withstood
The light of his Prophethood

About Author
Born in 1978, Mujeeb Rahman (pen-named Jaihoon) hails from
Edappal, a township in Malappuram district of Kerala. As Chief
Editor of JAIHOON.COM, a non-profitable initiative delivering
innovative and thought-provoking perspectives, he writes
frequently on mystic themes and contemporary issues. His works
are widely acclaimed and has appeared many times on different
satellite TV channels and radio shows. In 2008, he founded
JAIHOON.TV, an online TV channel focused on lifestyle and
spirituality related content. He is also closely involved with many
educational institutions and is often invited to deliver motivational
talks in schools and colleges. His works have been translated
into other languages like Arabic and Malayalam. He lives with
his wife and son, along with his parents in Sharjah, the cultural
capital of Arab World. His earlier published titles include
Egoptics (2002), Henna for the Heart (2003), The Cool Breeze
From Hind (2006), and Medinized (2008)
Write : mujeeb@jaihoon.tv /
mujeeb.jaihon@gmail.com
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Rabia Basri ‘Verily, it is not easy

The feeling of kinship may be based on economic, social or

I dedicate this humble collection to the lady saint Rabia

My sincere gratitude to my friend Muneer AK, who helped me

His Nearness, our Paradise

Rabia Basri is a well-known lady saint who lived in the city of

Last night had I a dream

Across the streets of Basra

My mind in pain was put

Appeared then by my side

She saw the cloud in my eyes

“About paradise I am uncertain

Slaves of your stature, tell me

For the inmates in His Book been promised

Tell me, O Rabia, O Jaihoon!

If not of the Right Hand We worshipped Him for His sake

Tell me O fearless saint You moved your heads and hands

What is the reward for your love? For we lovers

Feeling pity for my spiritual ignorance His nearness

Did you dive deep?

I have heard... My life a feast of pain

What then of my Tasbih-

Another paradise for the lovers Love me as much

A Plaint of Love My Heart without you, O Love-

My heart without you

=== Even dreams look bad

My heart without you

My heart without you

My heart without you

My heart without you

My heart without you

=== He stays awake,

He swore to take revenge At once he realized the vengeance of love

But his will remained the same O Friend

Where would anyone find such a slave At least in dream appear

Every nook and corner they searched My Merciful..

My faith’s tree fell upside down

Hu : Lt. He, referring to God Without a living soul

=== I searched for the attributes of Adam

I imitated the cry of a living man

My mind would not stay in a place

I tried to cure my pain with ways diverse

I pinned my hope on all but the true Cure

I ran in shame from those who believed

Not even in the dream could I hear But You,

I fell out of His Grace O Reader!

Tonight when I laid crying in sujud

In secret and in joy did I wail

“Ya Rabb! Where else to knock

I held the pillow close to heart

Your absence kills me-

A saint of past once uttered He is hidden

They crave for world’s recognition

After you came

They say Love makes one blind

Oh! I ask again and again

But ‘The one who gives you love is the beloved