A Divine lover may naturally envy another, especially when one of them is blessed with a greater proximity with the Beloved, relates Mujeeb Jaihoon

O Tasbih! I have seen nothing
But good in you
In His Fear have I seen
You as melt as dew

In silence learned I
The lessons you gave
In your absence though
My heart grieved

Not for once my glance I cast
Save with the eye of modest

Nor did listen I
To anyone’s comment
Bring which upon
Your name a taint

Yet one day complained I
Behind your back
About His Fear and Love
In me lack

Why to you, and not me-
Was He ‘My Merciful Him’

I am His slave
You are his slave
Why then only you have
A treasure I badly crave?

O Tasbih! I still feed
On the bread you left
Those precious gems-
You generously gift!

In the east and west
Have I searched in vain
A cloud that for my heart
Brought HIS merciful rain

Entire sweet shops are sadly empty
I begged and begged: nuts nor candy

I am a dark coal:
Burn me in your fire

My body is sinfully foul:
In my soul awaken His desire

Make this Hindi crescent
A Hijazi moon
Watch then how for His Slaves
It becomes a blissful boon!


September 20, 2003.