Treasure Island

Amir Khusro

(1253 - 1325 / Patiali / India)

A News came


Tonight there came a news that you, oh beloved, would come -
Be my head sacrificed to the road along which you will come riding!
All the gazelles of the desert have put their heads on their hands
In the hope that one day you will come to hunt them….
The attraction of love won't leave you unmoved;
Should you not come to my funeral,
you'll definitely come to my grave.
My soul has come on my lips (e.g. I am on the point of expiring):
Come so that I may remain alive -
After I am no longer - for what purpose will you come?

Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Edited: Friday, March 23, 2012

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  • * Sunprincess * (5/31/2014 3:50:00 PM)

    .............an incredible write.....to see the loved one for the very last time, would be anyone's wish... (Report) Reply

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