One cold night after my prayer
I looked at the face my Tasbih dear

I asked “In what thoughts are you lost?
To whom have your heart become host?

You heard not my call
Things big are to you small

The lovers have entered the harem
Why then are you filled with mayhem?”

Jaihoon heard the reply in words short
I saw in it no signs of pride of any sort

“I am lost in my Merciful Him
It is His verses that in my ears ring.”

Feb 12, 2005. At home.

Notes

We often get lost in the day-to-day affairs of this world. We carry the thoughts of office and home, and vice versa, in our minds all the time. But here Jaihoon comes across a slave of God lost in the thoughts of the Merciful Master