We invoke Allah with every breath and every branch we shake hoping for His Merciful refuge when others see us with rage—Mujeeb writes Jaihoon

O my Allah!

All these years I trusted You,
And still do!

I know my dream
Shall surely come true
Much pain though-
I shall pass through

I trusted You

With every bead I read
With every tear I shed
With every breath I took
With every branch I shook

I trusted You

When I looked at the skies
When I cried in prayer
When I called Your Handsome Names
When I praised Your Magnificence

Although I am not worth of any faith
Allah! I hold YOU still dearest than any

I trusted YOU
With all my trust.

A crazy heart have You given me:
Unable to separate friend from enemy

The Rose’s fallen
on the ground:
Everywhere is silence
As in a grave

The rain is no more,
Nor any joy in the garden

The land is barren
The sky is dry
Ah! Why is the Nightingale
Not yet convinced

The Spring is over,
Forever.

You are my only Merciful refuge, when-
Everyone else has seen me with rage!

They see only my worldly fault;
Not the beauty of my spiritual heart

Ya Rabb! Either change
My Destiny or myself!

July 18, 2003. Edit March 2023


Mujeeb Jaihoon

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