Jaihoon
One night in prayer a man cried to God
As the burden of sins he couldn't afford
"Ya Rabb! You are the most just
To trade with Your Mercy is best
I am the slave
No doubt do I have
You are the Master
Expecting naught when me You foster
Yet I beg for something in exchange
Which no one will have after my age
May this fortune be mine alone
This flag in the future be never flown
Ya Rabb!
May I serve all the wine of Your Beloved!
For sons of Adam his love through me be doled.
Give me those infinite words of Praise
To eulogize him whose name means Praise
And in return,
Give me a sip of a drop of Kawthar's drink
For sure it will have my name in Paradise ink-ed
This is what I ask of Your Bounty
My goods are no more than scanty
I am the slave
No doubt do I have
You are the Master
Expecting naught when me You foster
Ya Rabb!
The nature of this world isn't?
The nature of Mustafa isn't? '
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