The secret desire of every lover is to burn in the longing of the beloved, though it will rob all the peace of mind- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Ya Allah! Allow me
To live little more
For, Your Beloved I wish
To greater adore
May my heart
With his love burn;
To follow him,
May my life learn
Strange indeed is the
Thing called Love
Not any rest nor leisure
For the lover shall it allow
Strange indeed is the
Thing called Love
With no regards to the cup’s size
The wine exceeds the brim’s flow
Every now and then
He is in constant moan
Even in midst of the common crowd
His heart grazes alone in the field
Therefore, O Al Ghafoor,
Spread open my heart
For the Beloved
To make his path
Jaihoon is not among those
Who can Your Deen eloquently preach
Yet, include him along those
Who can Your Beloved’s love far reach
May his eyes be pure and chaste:
A glance on Your Beloved he may cast
Set him free from pride
Even as slight as mustard seed
Let not envy on his heart feed
As fire consumes the dry weed
Make him brave and bold
Anger upon him never unfold
For ambitious heights does he aspire
The Full Moon when in him love inspire
His dreams will never cease
Death till upon him play tease
O Generous Lord!
Even for the Devil
Much respite did You avail
Hence, grant this sinner
When in the Qabr
The fortune to honor
Shone whom as Qamar
Strange indeed is the
Thing called Love
Whenever I think of Your Beloved
All my worries cease, or get halved
sallallahu ala Muhammad, sallallahu alaihi wa sallam!
Jan 8, 2003
