Amir Khusro Poems
|1.||A News Came||8/31/2010|
|2.||Every Secthas A Faith||8/31/2010|
|3.||Beholding Your Appearance||8/31/2010|
|4.||What Was The Place||8/31/2010|
|5.||Celebrate Spring Today||8/31/2010|
|6.||What A Glow Everywhere I See||8/31/2010|
|9.||Too Much Difficult||8/31/2010|
|11.||Dye Me In Your Hue||8/31/2010|
|12.||Just A Glance||8/31/2010|
|14.||I'Ve Just Had An Affair||8/31/2010|
|15.||The Yellow Mustard Is Blooming||8/31/2010|
|17.||Rains Have Come||8/31/2010|
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.
O wondrous ecstatic eyes, o wondrous long locks,
O wondrous wine worshipper, o wondrous mischievous sweetheart.
As he draws the sword, I bow my head in prostration so as to be killed,
O wondrous is his beneficence, o wondrous my submission.
O wondrous amorous teasing, o wondrous beguiling,
O wondrous tilted cap, o wondrous tormentor.
Do not reveal the Truth; in this world blasphemy prevails, Khusrau;
O wondrous source of mystery, o wondrous knower of secrets.