A Divine lover may naturally envy another, especially when one of them is blessed with a greater proximity with the Beloved, relates Mujeeb Jaihoon
Hey Tasbih! I have seen nothing
But good in you
In His Fear have I seen
You melt as dew
In silence learned I
The lessons you gave
In your absence though
My heart grieved
Not for once the glance I cast
Save with the eye of modest
Nor did I listen
To anyone’s comment
Bring which upon
Your name a taint
Yet, one day I complained
Behind your back
About His Fear and Love
In me lack
Why to you, and not me-
Was He ‘My Merciful Him’
I am His slave
You are his slave
Why then only you have
A treasure I badly crave?
O Tasbih! I still feed
On the bread you left
Those precious gems
You generously gifted!
In the east and west
I searched in vain
A cloud for my heart
Brought His merciful rain
Entire sweet shops
Are sadly empty
I begged and begged:
Neither nuts nor candy
I am a dark coal:
Burn me in your fire
My body is sinfully foul:
In my soul awaken His desire
Make this Hindi crescent
A Hijazi moon
Watch then how for His Slaves
It becomes a blissful boon!
September 20, 2003. Edit March 2023
