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Mujeeb Jaihoon

My Lunacy. My Ecstasy

Spiritual madness is tons better than materialistic sanity— insists Mujeeb Jaihoon

Springs don’t last
Health remains short
Wealth isn’t forever
Guest-like is Power

Yet I earnestly wish
As water is dear to the fish
My bygone lunacy prevailed
My senses had I not availed

Greed emptied my eyes
Gadgets paralyzed my vision

Those days and nights of Lunacy
Ah! Gone are the times of such a luxury

Though not truly worthy
I freely devoured that company
Of His maddening Mercy and Love
I fed my heart on Tasbih’s Him-loafs

I celebrated Him every night
Glorified Him every moment

My thoughts shifted to different domain
My lunacy ruled over my senses’ dominion

I now plead like an abandoned reed
To blow into me the Him-lunacy’s wind

Tutor me once again
Throw at me even a grain

Give me back my lunacy
Of His Mercy, the ecstasy

‘My Merciful Him
Who loves me’

Never from the clergy’s talk
Nor in any theology book

Nowhere have I anywhere heard
Words written in such heart’s blood

Oct 16 2013. Edit March 2023

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