Amir Khusro Poems
- Persian Poem I am a pagan and a worshiper of love: the creed ...
- Rains Have Come Dear Mom, send my dad across; the rainy ...
- Couplet Oh Khusrau, the river of love runs in strange ...
- I'Ve Just Had An Affair Hey, I've just had an affair with my ...
- Dear Father Why did you part me from yourself, dear father, ...
- Just A Glance You've taken away my looks, my identity, by ...
- The Yellow Mustard Is Blooming The yellow mustard is blooming...
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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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.