Mujeeb Jaihoon

Once Gone

Hey, the light of my heart!

When you are gone,
Would you not return?

When you are no more
In my sight:
Day is held captive
By night.

When you are gone,
So are my sleep and rest.

It is hard to judge:
Did I win or lose?
When from the Heavens,
Comes this patience-test.

Wound upon wound,
In utter pain am I bound.
How terrible:
A cure is nowhere found.

When you are gone,
How eagerly Him I beseech:
In a hope for a response,
From Him shall reach.

“My Him is so Merciful,”
The lesson you did teach,
“‘Your wailing will reach.”

Like a barren shell
Deserted on a beach,
In this dark hour I long
For sun’s rays to hatch.

When you are gone,
I sat on this bench:
For an answer to quench—

“All that has come
Will finally be gone.

But I do have a question:
A Sun that is gone,
Would it not return
On tomorrow’s morn?”

Hey, who endears His Fear!

Declare an end
To this passive winter,
The rain and snow:
Lost their splendor.

For my eyes,
Awaken from this deadly slumber.
For my heart,
The Cool Breeze you whisper!

2001. Edit March 2024

0 Responses

  1. MASYALLAH ,Beautiful verse , deserves recognition, appreciation, simple languange with a deep and well defined message.I love it and would like to make a copy of it for my file with your permission off course . Please give us more of your poems, I am sure lots of people out there would appreciate and love to read your beautiful verses, specially on ALLAH’S BELOVED NABI MUHAMMED (saw), RASUL ALLAH , HABIB ALLAH.ALLAH has blessed you with this ability to write creatively , please use it more often in your Newsletters.I for one , do appreciate all you write.

    11/22/2001

  2. no one is full in faith unless he or she loves the beloved prophet more than himself his wife and children/

    Jazak Allah. This poetry has touched my soul. Masha Allah

    03/19/2004

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