Addressed to those dismayed with Jaihoon’s change in style
Last night an argument
Unfolded at the tavern
Their faces away turned
As they made anger plain
They felt at unease-
As the wine’s was taste else
‘Not the same as past
The ecstasy lasts!’
Serve us the same old wine
Else with you we shall not dine
We are used
To your old Love
No other spade
Can our hearts plough’
I asked Him
For His Forgiveness!
I prayed to Him
For His guidance!
It was my own fault
For the trouble wrought
For the sake of change
I’d served another range
When lost-
In the rapture of love
I tossed-
A drink for my lady love
I was in a state
Of painful strain
My heart
In her dearth in strain
Yaqub always cried
For the separated Yusuf
Though his Lord
Was for him dear enough
I am a human-
After all!
To feel pain
Isn’t a sin at all!
My wine flows
From the well of heart
It has flaws
As others from under the earth
I am a shy-
Crazy fledgling
To wisely fly-
Am I just learning
‘Tis a truth real
I am hardly familiar
With paths of Jilan or Ghazzal
I have knowledge not clear
My Friend
Is not from Tabrez
My Word
Is not from Shiraz
I ‘hold on
To my tiny being’
So that of smoke-
I become not a ring
O those who assemble
Near Jaihoon’s table!
It is your care
Which makes me dare
To serve you better
The drink of Madina’s Master!
Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
Your sincere protest
Is my confidence
Feel free to detest
When you are upset
If I serve you in repeat
Wine of other sort
Throw the cup at-
The face of poet!
My poetic wine
Still finds its true soul
From the grapevine
Sown on Madina’s soil
Ya Mustafa!
Ya Mustafa!
Ya Mustafa!
Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam!
The cosmos is
Never, ever exhausted
(Even if) Your praise is
A zillion times repeated!
Such blessed fortune
Is mine alone!
To suffer shame and blame
When away from you I turn!
The letters I was taught
At my mother’s lap and school
For your loving tribute
Shall I employ as a lavish tool
If I am not blessed
Due to the deeds I lacked
From al-Kawthar
I’d be barred
Then,
From a distance
Your face’d be looked
O Beloved!
The meaning
Of Love are you!
The synonym
Of Beauty are you!
O Muhammad!
Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
No, I shall not wipe
The tears which flow
As I these lines I write
In the pain of your love
I save it
For the future
To keep it
As a fortune
To see the rivers
Of sweet Heaven
These salty drops
May become a reason?
O those who assemble
Near Jaihoon’s table!
It is your care
Which makes me dare
To serve you better
The drink of Madina’s master!!
July 19th 2006.
One comment
the excellent master piece of eternal love wich replenish us love towards the Rahmatun Lil Alameen
It was the outburst ,a squeezing breeze of love that make some thing immortal in the mind of mortal man. it was an excellent master piece of its kind.Thanks to Jaihoon and I am happy to know about Mr.Jaihoon the beloved
10/17/2006