Duet of Grateful Longing / by Ihsan Jaffar & Halima bint Ayuba
a response to Ihsan Jaffar’s “My Beloved” interwoven into the original; Ihsan’s original lines are in italics
My Beloved,
You have saved me from myself
How to return the favour?
My gratitude wanders, homeless.
It sleeps on benches beneath stars.
What does a beggar offer
The King of the worlds?
Anything I could bring has already
been in your Hands — what stick
might this dog retrieve to place
at your feet, Beloved Master?
You brought me back from the dead
I was far beyond the edge
I am too small today to reach
the basin, splash water on my face
perform ablutions — I kneel,
that One might lift me.
Now I’m moved by your Power
I have wings to fly
Racing through life, breathlessly,
breathlessly, calling to You:
“Look Pa! No hands!”
You have forced open my eyes
I see what I am inside
Before I could see anything,
I had to dust and sweep.
A vessel of your Beauty
And a soul of Love
This cup–You crafted.
This wine–You poured.
Only you know who I am
The world doesn’t understand
None can know the vessel
as the One who shaped it,
placed it in the kiln.
I want nothing in this life
But to sit with You
Burnish me to a brightness,
place me in service
at Your table.
My Beloved,
You give me the strength to stand
You are the one who guides
You bring meaning to my life
What value the cup,
if the Beloved is not thirsty?
Please don’t ever
For a moment
leave my side.
What value the cup,
if the Beloved does not lift it up?
—Ihsan Jaffar & Halima bint Ayuba, 04/29/14