Treasure Island

Amir Khusro

(1253 - 1325 / Patiali / India)

My Youth


My youth is budding, is full of passion;
How can I spend this time without my beloved?
Would someone please coax Nizamuddin Aulia,
The more I appease him, the more annoyed he gets;
My youth is budding……
Want to break these bangles against the cot,
And throw up my blouse into fire,
The empty bed scares me,
The fire of separation keeps burning me.
Oh, beloved. My youth is budding.

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

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