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|
|10.||Just A Glance||8/31/2010|
|12.||I'Ve Just Had An Affair||8/31/2010|
|14.||Dye Me In Your Hue||8/31/2010|
|15.||Rains Have Come||8/31/2010|
|16.||The Yellow Mustard Is Blooming||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.
Why did you part me from yourself, dear father, why?
You've given houses with two stories to my brothers,
And to me, a foreign land? Why dear father, why?
We (daughters) are just cows tied to your peg,
Will move on to where ever you drive us to, dear father.
We are just flower-buds of your garden,
And are asked for, in every household, dear father.
We are just birds from your cage,
Will fly off when its dawn again, dear father.