Friday, September 25, 2009

I don't know what place it was (Amir Khusrau)


I don't know what place it was,

The night was going when I was there.

On all sides dance of the frenzied lovers went on,

and the night passed by when I was tthere.

The Beloved was fairy-faced, lovely tall like a cypress tree,

He was all an afflistion for the heart

the night was passing by and I existed.

God himself was the head of that meeting in the infinite,

Muhammad(S.A.W) was the candle of the meeting,

the night passed by when I was there.


(Amir Khusrau)

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