Last night she made me in love’s pain cry
When I heard her tale of plead to the Most High

I too once used to wail like a small child
For hours would I sit in the prayer mat like nailed

My words would not come out aloud
I wept before Him as if never before I cried

O Tasbih! Why make me cry with your tale?
Why make my little face go in your love pale?

Why make me envy about your Him loving maqam
Why burn in me the flame of love with this kalaam?

Why spread the fire of your restless heart in me
I had just begun to learn the lessons of patience

You have brought one excuse over the other
To make my heart in His Love go wither

I have but one appeal to you, O sweet Rose
Make me cry but stay with me always close

Tears shed in solitude lack the warmth
Unlike those that flow when beside the friend

Jaihoon too can cause your tears to trickle
With Him-arousing moments not so little

Therefore,
Why make me envy about your Him loving maqam
Why burn in me the flame of love with this kalaam?

It has been the age-old habit of Love
To make the tears in lovers profusely flow

Not a single day passes in their lives
But the lover or beloved out of love cries

Each makes the other’s eyes go blur
They reflect each other’s pain as in a mirror.

March 07 2004.

Notes

Him loving maqam : The state of Love of God

Kalaam: speech

His Love go wither: The love of God softens the heart of man.