On a Night when the benefactor is ready to shower boundless mercy, how can we stay silent and refrain from seeking it?— wonders Mujeeb Jaihoon
In every inch of my nerve,
In every atom of my cell,
In every chamber of my heart,
In every layer of my intellect,
Ya Rabb!
What do I have
That’s ever mine?
To You belong
My joy and pain.
You have drenched me
With Your Mercy.
I deserve not
To ask for more.
Yet, this insolent slave
Dares to implore.
For gold and silver
He wish to hoard more.
I have given little
Or no thanks,
Even as You have
Filled all my blanks.
But how could I refrain,
My sweet Lord?
To keep silent on this Night:
How could I afford?
How could I not
Store few drops,
Even as Your mercy
Pours limitless tonight?
I shy not, to demand
My exorbitant want,
For, I beg the King
Who loves to grant.
Tonight there are
No limits.
One is bound only as far
As what they seek.
And I have chosen
To ask and ask until
My head and heart,
Hands and bag are full.
July 13 2015 (Ramadan 26 1436). Edit March 2023
