by Mujeeb Jaihoon
Bashful birds
Restful rivers
Cheerful children
Delightful damsels
Though these blessings color Life in full
Without His Beloved here, the world be dull
O Full Moon ever beheld!
My eyes are no eyes
They haven’t seen if your bewitching beauty
My ears are no ears
They haven’t heard if your virtuous words
My hands are no hands
They haven’t pledged if to your mission
Nay,
My heart is no heart
In its chamber isn’t found if your love
My existence, O Mustafa, be nil
If I haven’t imitated your ways
The glitter, if any, of my human clay-
Be from the dust under your feet
The route to my lost humanity
Is to tread the path of your love
I have but one plaint to the Lord-
To endear His Beloved have I just heart one
To swim in the his yearning tears
Have I just eyes two
To sing his praises anew
Have my word-stock so few
Incomplete, incompetent am I
Save my pain have I no gift any.
O Mustafa!
The Darling of cosmos
The joy of existence
The red of Rose
And elixir of perfume
Let alone my poverty of words to describe you
I am out of words to narrate my own suffering
When have I claimed of your perfect praise
All I vainly attempt is to liberate my love-lava
When have the Lord granted any Adamic soul
The power to praise you befitting your splendor
As much has been said
As much will remain unsaid
Lovers since ages have played this trick
When from words they run dry
Resort do they to tears cry
Ah! To sing his praises anew
Have my word-stock so few
Incomplete, incompetent am I
Save my pain have I no gift any.
