Envisioning the afterlife where the Prophet shall unite the constellation of humanity and march for their salvation.
One afternoon, while in sujood,
I asked my Merciful God,
“Why the hereafter?
Have You made it?
Isn’t this clay-world suffice
For Your Justice?
Would not You, Glory,
Manifest at this place?”
I closed my eyes
As I felt the reply.
I smiled as I learned
The secrets of Love.
Love brings sense
To the man of craze,
And captures the sense
Of those wise!
It cures those sickened,
Like ‘Al-Busiri,’
And makes heart-sick,
Like ‘Lahori.’
I deserve not
To elaborate.
A dark soul I am:
No better than a hypocrite.
Yet love makes me bow before Him:
Meem, the center of Cosmos of Love.
Love breaks the knots
Of Logic and Reason,
And fastens another hundred
On the throbbing heart.
Hey, Tasbih!
I almost forgot
About the reply.
This is how love makes
Your senses fly.
Came the reply,
“This world:
Too small
For Meem’s greatness
To hail.
That ‘Wrapped One’:
The leader for all times,
‘BC’ and ‘AD’ too narrow
To contain his greatness.
There should come
A single day and place
When every man born
Shall see his radiant face.
He will march,
Humanity behind him.
That day the entire Creation
Shall follow My Beloved Meem.
And when he arrived at a point
Carrying ‘Al-Hamd,’
A question shall be asked:
‘Who is that?’
The reply shall come,
“I am Muhammad.”
March 05 2005. Edit July 2024
