The Song of Broken Strings

When darkness envelops the world, we search within for the light that guides us through the night’s shadow, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.

The day has turned to night:
Where shall I seek any light?

The thirst not short of kill:
Where to seek a well to fill?

I have no plaint to any;
The fault is mine, if any.

‘Tis hard to fire burn:
From each fall I learn.

They say,
‘This is an imperfect world.
To seek angels is ways old.’

I say,
I am not in want of angels,
Just a man to lead to my self.

A stranger in my world,
Lost the way to my heart.

I am that confused hunter:
Forgotten have I my plunder.

I now give up my sport,
Enough; arrows blindly shot.

The pain is a lot more
When fallen from heights soar.

For now, leave
The road to Him.
First let me discover
My own being.

My good old friends know
Why these lines flow:

‘My Merciful Him
Who Loves me.’

Hey Tasbih!

When have I asked
For riches?
Did I ever seek
Anything besides?

Do I need
Anything more
To heal the wounds
Of my heart sore?

The heights I flew,
The depths I dived.

Yet I finally
Come to realize:
Nothing else can
Set me ablaze.

Without love’s token,
Heart’s strings broken.

How can a I song compose-
This pain, where to dispose?

Sep 29 2010. Edit April 2024