The whole day I was in utter pain
My heart blinded with the gloomy strain

This and that caused me to worry
Little drops made my eyes to be blurry

I wanted to eagerly know
What gave my heart this painful blow?

My body was torn and worn:
It wanted to sleep
But, swollen with pain,
My heart fell really steep

I was in real want Of His All Embracing Mercy
So that once again would arise the comment
‘This nightingale is again become crazy’

And then in the middle of the night
A smile on my face came to light

All my worry was for nothing
The devil upon me in jest was scathing

All of a sudden
Everything seemed even
There was no more pain
Nor anything else to complain

Strange indeed is this little story
The same rose made me sad and cheery

Very often in life this is the case:
A painful thorn precedes every joyful rose

Lose not your soul
In the pain of the thorn
Nor about the lovely rose
You dream from dusk to dawn

Jaihoon’s little words
Keep in your mind
For your own sake
Leave them not behind!

About the thorn and the rose
Think but a very little
But much more you need to contemplate
About the Only One who did all these create

O Lovers! Be not so proud
Of your yearning Love
And burning Hate!

On your own
You are worth not a penny.
Be a slave of His own
And the angels will envy your crown.

Therefore,

Jaihoon’s little words
Keep in your mind
For your own sake
Leave them not behind!

Love is no love at all
If for Him is there not a role

Your love is for Him
Your hate is for Him

Except for His sake
Everything else is at stake

Dec 22 2002