Mujeeb Jaihoon dedicates to the Holy Prophet this magnificent mystical poem full of brilliant imageries and metaphors.
Bashful birds,
Restful rivers,
Cheerful children,
Delightful damsels;
Though these blessings
Color life in full
Without His Beloved here,
The world be dull
Hey the Full Moon ever beheld!
My eyes are no eyes,
Not seen if your bewitching beauty.
My ears are no ears,
Not heard if your virtuous words.
My hands are no hands,
Not pledged if to your mission.
Nay,
My heart is no heart,
Not found in its chamber your love.
My existence, hey Mustafa, be nil,
Not imitated your habitual ways.
The glitter, if any, of my human clay-
Be from the dust under your feet.
The route to my lost humanity,
Is to tread the love-path.
I have but one plaint to the Lord:
To endear Meem have I just heart one;
To swim in the his yearning tears,
Have I just eyes two.
To sing his praises anew,
Have my word-stock so few.
Incomplete, incompetent am I:
Save my pain have I no gift any.
Hey Mustafa!
The Darling of cosmos,
The joy of existence,
The red of Rose,
And elixir of perfume,
Let alone my poverty of words,
To praise you;
I am out of words,
To narrate my love-suffering.
When have I claimed
Your perfect praise
All I vainly attempt:
To liberate my love-lava
When have the Lord granted
Any Adamic soul
The power to praise you
Befitting your splendor
As much has been said,
As much will remain unsaid.
Lovers since ages,
Have played this trick:
When from words they run dry,
Resort do they to tears-cry.
Ah! To sing his praises anew,
Have my word-stock so few,
Incomplete, incompetent am I,
Save my pain I have no gift any.
2017. Edit Sep 2024
