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Hazrat Amir Khusroe.
Bent upon
Slaying me
Is the tyrant.
Witness this
Spectacle unusual
Of the death
Of an innocent one.
O assassin
Tell those
Who inquire
About me
And my name.
Am a vagabond/awara/vagrant
One madly in love
Publicly disgraced!
O one who
Cures the sick
My sickness is
On account of
Separation from thee.
You know naught
Of those
Who yearn
For thee
To cure your
Patients
If you desire
Refresh with a
Gladdening/reviving
Sip of the
Heady wine –
A glimpse
Of Thee.
How else can
Khusroe proclaim
The ecstasy
Of beholding thee!
My life…
Myself
I would sacrifice
To keep others
From Beholding
My Friend!
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