Where shall one seek light when the day has turned to night, asks Mujeeb Jaihoon.
The day has turned to night:
Where shall I seek any light?
The thirst not short of kill:
Where to seek a well to fill?
I have no plaint to any
The fault is mine, if any
‘Tis hard to keep the fire burn:
From each fall do I learn
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; 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 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. Edit April 2022
