Desolate Vigil of Longing

In the realm of the heart, a longing resides,
A yearning so deep, it cannot be denied.
My heart’s a garden, but parched and bare,
Yearning for the rain of your tender care.
O Proof of Allah, hidden yet near,
My heart calls your name through every tear.
O Master, unseen, the solace I seek,
The strength of my heart grows frail, weak,
Yet your promise, a beacon, steadfast and true,
Keeps my love twinkling, ever renewed.

Through tears, I chant a lover’s plea:
O Master, return and set us free!
Behind bars of my dark life, I stand,
With grievous spirits, reaching for thy hand.
O Hidden One, whose light the heavens know,
In your absence, my spirit bears its woe.

Each turn I rise, my soul alight,
Searching horizons for your guiding light,
A beacon of hope, or a symbol of light,
In the darkness of night, you’re my sight.

The nights are gloomy, and the days grim,
The call of right growing faint and dim,
No more than a mirage any wish or whim,
The winds of despair whisper your delay,
And I’m left in shadows to weep and pray;
The world is weary; shadows stretch too far,
Yet your promise gleams—a guiding star,
Even in despair, my heart holds tight
To the radiant dawn to end this night.
In your love, my heart finds peace,
In your light, my soul finds release.

Your return, a dawn of peace,
A time of joy, a time of release.
I dream of your steps on this weary earth,
Of a dawn that heralds rebirth.
I fancy the earth wails, the mountains pray,
Each leaf whispers your name in sway.
Your reappearance is the balm we implore,
To heal this world, fractured and sore.

Hasten your steps; the world is in pain,
And faith weeps quietly, bound by its chain.
The world groans beneath its heavy load,
The path of justice’s but a forgotten road.
How I crave for the justice you’ll bestow,
A balm for the wounded, a shield for the low.
The cries of the helpless pierce the sky,
Gracious me, must the innocent still sigh?

My waiting panes seething with rain,
My soul entwined with thy sacred pain,
I long to see you, to hear your voice,
To feel your presence, to be your choice.
And in this wait lurk a test of patience,
A trial of faith, a journey of persistence.
But hope’s a glow that never fades,
A light that guides through life’s blades.

Your return, a promise from heavens above,
A time of peace, a time of love,
I dream of a wonder harbinger, the heavenly cry,
Of the time when the oppressed no longer sigh,
When tyrants fall, and truth takes its throne,
And every soul feels they are not alone.
O Mahdi, the cherished hope of man!
When will you fulfill the divine plan?
Come and unveil the mercy you bring,
O Spring of hope, O Eternal King!
Your sword of mercy, your cloak of grace,
Will cleanse this world, every darkened space.
The world then a garden in bloom,
With your grace my heart a tune.

Yet till then, I’m on my knees in wait,
My eyes fixed upon thy destined gate.
O Mahdi, my love, my hope, my plea!
May Allah hasten the return of thee!