The Beloved’s Arrival

Arrival of the Beloved

 

Dead of the night

Like a corpse I lay still

Beyond midnight

It’s 2am

Am I awake

Or is this a dream

My heart screams

I hold back

                Rivers

Collecting and beyond brim

Dry tears

Forming droplets

Of rose water and musk

Trickle gently

Dampen my pillow

A river bed

I sail the deep ocean

Of rose petals in sand

Damasks and Taifi

A subtle fragrance allures my spirit

These eyes frozen in time

A thin layer of ice

Mummifies my being

Ya Wadud

Like a corpse I lay still

Beyond midnight

It’s 2am

Am I awake

Or is this a dream

 

My inner conviction

Shatters an evil eye omen

Breaking the Alaskan spell

Borealis lights

Emit from my heart

Melting this ice

Vapor and dew

Folick joyfully

Melancholic moans

I hear Jonah

The nightingale sings

Wolves howl at the sterling disc

I glare through the glass ceiling

A cosmic waltz

A starry night

Van Gogh’s delight

A lover’s Astrolabe

Where Ishq and sorrow

                                    Intermarry

I stare at deflated stars

A colorless moon

Privy to my confusion

Bewildered am I

In pursuit of childlike footprints

Chasing the Sacred Sandala

Clouds resembling camphor and amber

My children once played with

 

Words

            Sages

                          Cupids

                                        Harps

Hymning axioms drenched in love

A Genghis curse

Pillaged my heart

Set my books ablaze

This Mongol attack

Iraq laments

History repeats

Ya Zainab

Like a corpse I lay still

Beyond midnight

It’s 2am

Am I awake

Or is this a dream
Predawn

A gentle glow

It is Nur Ahmad

Through rubble and ash

Encrypted passwords

I enter like Hayder

In your false Khyber

Ya Ali Mawla

An army of forty lovers

In defense

To retrieve

My children

Held in hostage

You feed them

                           Not

                                     Parched lips

                                                              Unquenched

                                          Bellies swell

                       My children

Malnutritioned

These pages and words

My fingerprints

A piece of my heart

 

I  S E E K   Y O U

 

My spirit embossed on papyrus

Inked in crimson

Tints of Azurite

Ripped apart

Trampled upon

Letters scattered

Words recede

In attempt to reclaim

What they stole

Oh Fatima

Your garden

Fadaq violated

Madina laments

History repeats

Oh Blessed Green Dome

Like a corpse I lay still

Beyond midnight

It’s 2am

Am I awake

Or is this a dream

 

Sunrise

I yearn in secret

For my loved ones

These children of light

Utterances from Zulaikha’s Divaan

My words

                Kalaam

Day sets in

                I distract myself in

                                                Mundane toil

             Complaints dissipate

 

In search for you through this world and beyond

Amnesia prevails

Lingers in the deep forest

Beneath my locks

 

You’re in my thoughts

 

Evading Khidr’s territory

Where fairies and berries

Green men make merry

Every passerby a mirage of MEEM

An unfathomable meeting

For this unworthy writer

A grand fairy tale

Recalling Joseph

I make dhikr of Yaqub

These tears collect in that well

As proof for Kawther

On the promised Day

 

I believe in you

 

A world unseen

Alif Laam Meem

Like a corpse I lay still

Beyond midnight

It’s 2am

Am I awake

Or is this a dream

Rosy sky

Dusk arrives

My children

Have you returned?

Not a footprint in sight

Light descends

These offspring arrive

A scroll presented

By a heavenly scribe

Angels proclaim:

Arise for the Sultan

The Beloved shall visit

The house of his grandchild

For it is time to anoint

This space she calls home

In dedication to the Holy Household;

Paragons of Truth

Her patron and guide;

Sayyeda Zainab

A messenger appears

I come from Rub Al Khali

I a slave to Zahra and the 13 comrades

We heard about you

Through bedouins and royals

The palms of Arabia and the Sea that cries blood

Your poems and art

But mostly your heart

Have caught our attention

Against the tide you uphold our flag

 

                                 Fearlessly

In that we delight!

                                In this Land of Love

Arabia seduced

Monarchs rejoice

With goblets of Shiraaz

Primitive scholars utter in dismay

Beating their chest:

Wa Wayla, Oh Ahle Karbala! Wa Wayla!

Heretical idolatry of do’s and don’ts

 

We forgot the essence

We forgot you

 

But you oh daughter

Of al Al Askari and Jilani

Shall be interceded for

By order of Baab ul Ilm

Your request has been granted

We bring to you relics as a Trust

And a witness

Glad tidings to you

For the sake of his ‘itra

Your service in their way

May that be accepted

By Batool and her Aal

For the coming of Mahdi

Gifts shall arrive

Blessings to all

From treasures aloof

A phenomenal protocol

A grand entourage

Ya Al Amin

Rose water

Cambodian oud

A shower of rose petals

Softer than satin

 

Trumpeteers beckon the select and elect

A Royal Diwan summoning

Shah e Madina is coming!

Silken gowns for all guests in presence

The finest linen the eye has seen

Wine prepared

From Khayyam’s cellar

A majestic sufra with Taiba Tamar and honeyed haleeb

Munshideen commissioned by the Ministry of David

Who sing not but Mustafa’s praise

Hijazi dancers

Najdi swordsmen

Mevlevi whirlers

Tuareg drummers

Qawwals of Hind

Women of Dhamaal

Cloaked Monks

Guilders and Poets

Thinkers and Mystics

Men of metaphysics

313 from the Army of Ishq

Destitutes and Monarchs

Lovers who weep in secret and open

Cave dwellers

Qalandars and Lords

Shall come forth

For this Grand Mawlid

A heavenly hadra

In the presence of Qubbatul Khadra

For the first time in history

Aal Saud and Aal Hashimi

Praising the Beloved in unison

A transfer of power, the day has arrived

A trust restored from Saud to Quraish

Keys, land and Haramain

All Shareefs rejoice

Ya Malak Salman

I’ve been waiting for years

I pledge my loyalty to both you and our family

May the heavens bear witness

For the love I claim

This day we witness

In honor of the 12th

Our daughter, this is your home

You are here to stay

Relish and delight!

 

My eyelids flash

Delusional with psychosis?

Is this for real?

A voice whispers

Imagination is the secret

Think Feel and Write

To manifest The Real

Pen Al Qalam with all your might

This is your right…

A trumpet is blown

Sallu Aalik wa aalihi

Assalamu Alaika Ya Habib al Rab Al ‘Alameen

Like a corpse I lay still

Beyond midnight

It’s 2am

Am I awake

Or is this a dream

 

Dead of the night

I awaken in perspiration

Drowned in white musk

Panting for water

I beseech Abbas

Through Sakina’s thirst

Oh Saaqi, more!

Hajira forgotten

Isma’il smiles

 

The Ka’ba is You

 

Mawla Janam your essence!

Zahra your heart’s door

 

We seek your sight!

 

I ask

In wonder

What happened to my children

My breath, my heart, my intellect

My words; my children?

All is mirage

A figment of my illusory self

I have forgotten

All that I sought

By the redolence of this musk

Mesmerized

Bedazzled by your faint glances

Your blessed palms

Your luminous feet I desire to kiss

Downcast- my gaze fixated

Bless me my Master

With your blessed Burda

Cleanse me my Master

With your Nur

Grace me my Master

With your sight

Include me my Master

In your list of ardent lovers

Forgive me my Master

For my neglect and ignorance

Purify me my Master

For my conscious sinning

Save me my Master

From Jaheem al Hatima

For the sake of Le Khamsatun

Surreal or fact

Ya Mustafa Irhamlana

Like a corpse I lay still

Beyond midnight

It’s 2am

Am I awake

Or is this a dream

 

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