Amir Khusro Poems
|1.||A News Came||8/31/2010|
|2.||Every Secthas A Faith||8/31/2010|
|3.||What Was The Place||8/31/2010|
|4.||What A Glow Everywhere I See||8/31/2010|
|7.||Too Much Difficult||8/31/2010|
|9.||Dye Me In Your Hue||8/31/2010|
|10.||Rains Have Come||8/31/2010|
|11.||Beholding Your Appearance||8/31/2010|
|12.||The Yellow Mustard Is Blooming||8/31/2010|
|13.||I'Ve Just Had An Affair||8/31/2010|
|14.||Celebrate Spring Today||8/31/2010|
|17.||Just A Glance||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.
Too Much Difficult
The road to the Well is too much difficult,
How to get my pot filled?
When I went to fill the water,
In the furor, I broke my pot.
Khusrau has given his whole life to you Oh, Nijam.
Would you please take care of my veil (or self esteem) ,
The road to the well is much too difficult.