Ya Samee’!
Do You not hear the sound
Of the tears dropping on the ground?

Ya Baseer!
Do You not see the scene
Of my cheeks swollen with pain?

Ya Mujeeb ad-Dawaat!
Did you not in the Quran utter
‘Call Me, and you I shall answer?

Ya Jameel!
What are those beautiful names
By which my call to You answerable seems?

Ya Qareeb!
You are closer to me than my own vein
Why then, O Raqeeb, do I feel my call is in vain?

Ya Jabbar!
Did not my words fill the hearts of your servants
With Your Love that gave them much confidence?

Ya Razzaq!
Many thirsty travelers drank from Jaihoon’s stream
But now for a single drop he does silently scream

Ya Raoof!
I have played every note on my wailful flute
In a hope that soon shall come a heavenly salute.

Believe me, Ya Allaamal Ghuyoob!
In thoughts and words, known and unknown
Have I not called You with every beautiful noun

And now…
And now I call You with so sweet a name
On earth nor heavens is a title of its same-

Ya Rabba Muhammad
sallallahu alaihi wa sallam!
Ya Rabba Muhammad
sallallahu alaihi wa sallam!
Ya Rabba Muhammad
sallallahu alaihi wa sallam!

Oh! This crazy apostate wonders
If the Lover can a reply resist
When on the Beloved’s name
is made a polite request?

‘O my Merciful Him!’
Would You still from Jaihoon withhold
The Tasbih that with Your Love is mould?

March 14-15, 2003, at Al Qasba Lagoon.