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 would be dull.
Hey the Full Moon ever beheld!
My eyes are no eyes
Without the sight of your bewitching beauty.
My ears are no ears
Without the sound of your virtuous words.
My hands are no hands
Without a pledge to your mission.
Nay,
My heart is no heart,
Devoid of your love in its chamber.
My existence, O Mustafa, would be nil,
Had I not imitated your habitual ways.
The glitter, if any, of my human clay—
Is but 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, I have just one heart;
To swim in his yearning tears,
I have just two eyes.
To sing his praises anew,
My word-stock is so few.
Incomplete, incompetent am I:
Save for my pain, I have no gift at all.
O Mustafa!
The Darling of the cosmos,
The joy of existence,
The red of the rose,
And the 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
Is to liberate my love-lava.
When has the Lord granted
Any Adamic soul
The power to praise you
Befitting your splendor?
As much as has been said,
As much will remain unsaid.
Lovers since ages
Have played this trick:
When they run dry of words,
They resort to a cry of tears.
2017. Edit Sep 2024