by Jaihoon
Few days back
I had my luck
A noble light I saw
As with pink does the horizon glow
Ever since the light passed in front
Tears are flowing without any end
Why?
Such Fearful faith-
I am in lack
Robbed of His Love,
My soul is black
Why?
In that light is a noble silence
In me is an impatient voice
By End and Means
This light shines like a lance
To reach such a stage
It seems I will take years
For a while
I dwelt on that Dream-like light
Then,
I thought about the One
Who made that light so bright
Who gave it eyes so chaste?
Who gave it a heart that with beauty lasts?
Who adorned it with a garment so modest?
Who put in its mouth words so honest?
Such a beauty is of its own?
Or from the faith of the Only One?
The light continued to shine
As if like a pearl from a goldmine
I thought about the Noorun-ala-Noor
Who fashioned this earthly noor
And then decided-
Forget the gift
Remember the Giver
Forget the rose
Remember the Gardener
But-
A rose remains a rose
Although the same depth
Of its Him-Loving faith
I cannot reach across
Therefore,
From a very long before
My heart has become sore
To be like that Sweet Rose
Who in my heart did His Love arouse
I am trying my level best
To win the bewildering Devil test
As did Mustafa speak
At every moment, that Beloved’s ways do I mimic
For all night long
In prayers do I sob
Like a beggar do I linger
At the gates of His Favor
Ah! I know for sure
The more Him I ask
The easier will be my task.
The more favors I need
The greater will He provide
I am trying my level best
Soiled I am though by the sinful dust
Toiling along without any rest
Before Him do I lay my request
Why?
So that one day
I too can boldly say
‘My Merciful Him
Who Loves me.”
Written on October 23rd 2002 during free hours in the office.