A fervent longing to see the Beloved echoing a universal voice to those yearning for a spiritual connection with Holy Prophet.
Your slaves have rushed here
To utter wishes of every hue
They have wants
Of health and wealth
To be from trials
Of debts and deaths
To enter jannah
To escape jahannam
For righteous children,
For virtuous spouses,
For cozy blessings,
Innumerable fortunes
They have the right to seek
For, You have set no limits
Ask, ask and ask again
For, You love to be asked
I too dare to curry favor
Though I, not of saint-flavor
Flattered by Your Qadr-offer
I am crossing the Law’s border
Yes, I am wretched
Worse than the worst
Blackened by sins:
Faults like mountains
Stained by misdeeds:
Crimes so unspeakable
Yet I dare arrogantly
Yet I desire foolishly
Like Jami I beg
For my wine and cup
Deprive me not
Bereave me not
This is the night to ask
This is my right to seek
Grant, give, ya Wadood
Respond, reply Ya Wahhab
I ask with every human letter
Said and written in every corner
I ask with my sobbing tears
And throbbing heart, shivers
I cannot articulate better
Yet I suffer this love-torture
None else can deliver
From this desire-prison
Is this too much to ask?
If not lovers, who else will seek?
I ask not more, hey Most Loving
Just once to quell my longing.
If not tonight
Then which night?
A single and simple wish I ask
Forgive, take me not to task.
For once, ya Rabb
And just once
Just a glance:
Mustafa’s face
A glimpse of his
Suffice to life entice
I will gain riches
Of both worlds
I am of his caravan
Loved him since young
Heard of him since infant
Yet not seen him for a moment
Why conceal him, Ya Raheem
Let us too see Your Meem
Quench our thirst
End this tribulation
Whether You accept or refuse
I will plead forever in excess
As long as I have a tongue,
Air passes through my lungs:
Heart will beat in his love
Lips will move in his praise.
I narrate my pain
For, I know there are many
Who bleed in his desire
And burn in his fire.
April 6, 2024 | Ramadan 27, 1445
