– Jaihoon

Ever since when, O Jaihoon
Did this death-in-life happen?

Your touching words used to make others cry
But now for single drop of tear do you vainly try

Day and night you run like a dog to earn bread
And in the night you fall asleep like half-dead!

Ever since when, O Jaihoon
Did this death-in-life happen?

Your eyes are dried
The fire in you has died

You are like a rotten crop
With no harvest of any yield!

The stars in the night are eagerly watching-
Where is the face which to the ground was reaching?

Where is the run of those midnight beads-
Which this servant with his right hand reads

Ever since when, O Jaihoon
Did this death-in-life happen?

You dreamt of making a Him-Loving fort
And towards it the believers would you escort

But you are now indulged in the worldly game
Leisure has in fact caused you soul to be lame

How much do you really pay any heed-
To the teachings of your wonderful creed
You are a victim of the Accursed Devil’s greed-
For he has sworn to make men with sins bleed

What would you do in this dark moment-
What excuse will you before Him present?

You are casually blind to His numerous favors
He made fortune at your doorstep run like rivers
What is the fun to ask for blessings more
When you realize not what you received before

Ever since when, O Jaihoon
Did this death-in-life happen?

Never before were you to the Merciful so ungrateful
For a single Dream you would thankfully weep night-full

Your envious state was a mystery to your own self
A little book for others you were on His Love-full shelf

The Green Dome occupied most of your time
In word and deed, your soul would with it try to rhyme

Ah! Lord knows how many angels did around you freely surround
In those days when with His Beloved’s love your caravan was mount

Ever since when, O Jaihoon
Did this death-in-life happen?

Your precious Dream Treasure is now fatefully lost
‘My Merciful Him’ such a pearl is no longer at your coast

Not every time Destiny brings to shore such a Him-Fearing Pearl
Not every time will Fortune keep sailing to your heart’s mole

O Reader! This hypocrite is like a restless bee
In search he is for the smell of Him-arousing honey
Let this search be of some benefit to His Lovers
As well as those whose hearts with His Fear shivers

June 7 2003. partly composed after office hours and remaining at home

Notes

…face which to the ground was reaching : the act of prostration

…your soul would with it try to rhyme: Imitation of the Holy Prophet’s sallallahu alaihi wa sallam is the means to attain salvation.

mole: Here it refers to harbor protected by a breakwater