– by Jaihoon

Without love’s token,
Heart’s strings broken
How can I song compose-
This pain where to emboss?

The day has turned to night
Where shall I seek some light?

The thirst making me kill-
Where to seek a well to fill?

I have no plaint to any
Fault is mine, if any

The fire is hard to keep burning
From each fall am I learning

They say,
‘This is an imperfect world
To seek angels is ways old’

I say
I am not in want of angels
Just a man to lead me to myself

A stranger in my own world
Lost the way to own heart

I am that confused hunter
Forgotten have I my plunder

I now give up my sport
Enough of arrows blindly shot

The pain is a lot more
When fell from height more

For now, leave the road to Him
First let me discover my own being

My good old friends know
Why these lines did flow

‘My Merciful Him Who loves me’

O Tasbih!
When have I asked for riches-
Did I ever seek anything besides?

Ah! Do I need anything more-
To heal the wounds of my heart sore?

The heights I flew
The depths I dived

Yet I finally come to realize
Nothing else can set me ablaze

Without love’s token,
Heart’s strings broken
How can a I song compose-
This pain where to emboss?

Sep 29 2010