Lovers repeat and rotate the same old tale of love masquadering with new symbols, just like the deceptive wine-seller— an eccentric poem by Jaihoon
The same old wine I sell
But different names I tell…
Two slaves of God once secretly conversed
What wish at their hearts had they rehearsed
One slave said,
“I care not for the life on the earth
I kept my wish for the life after death
The desire of my soul is naught but one
All I wish is nothing but a glimpse of Him
The drop finds joy in the Sea alone
For years have I worshipped Him not seen”
The other replied
“I too wish for your desire
Your words have set me on fire
But for another wish do I crave
Which in this world I hope to have (it)
Before I stand on Tur as Kalim
I wish to have a sight of Meem
Let my face radiate from that Full Moon
Whose light shines over the sun at mid-noon
All the sages who before him lived
Craved to be in his caravan led’
O reader!
Is it a wonder that Jaihoon is eager for that Face to be seen
Even the Lord invited him to come near His throne
Ah! Tale upon tale-
That same old tale I repeat
The same old wine I sell
But different names I tell
The nightingale will naturally return
Where the Rose is that makes him yearn
The atom shall revolve around the nucleus
Pulled by a force more than a hundred horses
Therefore
The same old wine I sell
But different names I tell.
sallallahu ala Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wa sallam!
April 05 2005.
