Ab'ul Hasan Yamin al-Din Khusrow (Persian: / Urdu ابوالحسن یمینالدین خسرو; Hindi: अबुल हसन यमीनुद्दीन ख़ुसरौ), better known as Amir Khusrow (or Khusrau) Dehlawi was an Indian musician, scholar and poet. He was an iconic figure in the cultural history of the Indian subcontinent. A Sufi mystic and a spiritual disciple of Nizamuddin Auliya of Delhi, Amir Khusrow was not only a notable poet but also a prolific and seminal musician. He wrote poetry primarily in Persian, but also in Hindavi.
He is regarded as the "father of qawwali" (the devotional music of the Indian Sufis). He is also credited with enriching Hindustani classical music by introducing Persian and Arabic ... more »
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Amir Khusro Poems
I am a pagan and a worshiper of love: the creed (of Muslims) I do not need; Every vein of mine has become taunt like a wire,
I've Just Had an Affair
Hey, I've just had an affair with my darling, Don't care what the neighbourhood girls say; Just had an affair with my darling. Oh, his beautiful face, charming like an idol,
Oh Khusrau, the river of love runs in strange directions. One who jumps into it drowns, and one who drowns, gets across.
Why did you part me from yourself, dear father, why? You've given houses with two stories to my brothers,
O wondrous ecstatic eyes, o wondrous long locks, O wondrous wine worshipper, o wondrous mischievous sweetheart.
Dye Me In Your Hue
Dye me in your hue, my love, You are my man, oh beloved of Almighty; Dye me in your hue. My scarf, and the beloved's turban,
Just a glance
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance. You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance. By making me drink the wine of love-potion,
Rains Have Come
Dear Mom, send my dad across; the rainy season has come. Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Beholding Your Appearance
Beholding your appearance, Oh Nijaam I offer myself in sacrifice. Amongst all the girls, my scarf is the most soiled,
My youth is budding, is full of passion; How can I spend this time without my beloved?
What a Glow Everywhere I See
What a glow everywhere I see, Oh mother, what a glow; I've found the beloved, yes I found him,
The Yellow Mustard is Blooming
The yellow mustard is blooming in every field, Mango buds are clicking open, other flowers too; The koyal chirps from branch to branch, And the maiden tries her make-up,
Too Much Difficult
The road to the Well is too much difficult, How to get my pot filled?
Celebrate Spring Today
Rejoice, my love, rejoice, Its spring here, rejoice. Bring out your lotions and toiletries,
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I am a pagan and a worshiper of love: the creed (of Muslims) I do not need;
Every vein of mine has become taunt like a wire,
the (Brahman's) girdle I do not need.
Leave from my bedside, you ignorant physician!
The only cure for the patient of love is the sight of his beloved -
other than this no medicine does he need.
If there be no pilot in our boat, let there be none:
We have god in our midst: the sea we do not need.
The people of the world say that Khusrau worships idols.
So he does, so he does; the people he does not need,
the world he does not need.