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By Hazrat Amir Khusroe.
My loving heart
Turned vagrant
May it turn
More vagrant…
My loving heart
Is miserable/dejected/desolate
May it be
More miserable.
Your tresses
Slays and delude
The wretched/dejected.
To shed the blood
Of the unknown
People your
Look/glance
Is bloodier!
O pious one
If you wish
To bless me
Say …
May this reveler
Of the abode
Of the Beautiful
Become even greater
In Revelery/ecstacy.
My heart in
Grief into pieces
Broke
A hue of progress
It is not…
If it pleases
My beloved
May it into
Myriad pieces break.
If the robe
Of Khusroe
Is moistened with
His two wet eyes
Then also drench
His robe with the
Pure immaculate water
Of the adoring/chaste eyes.
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