Khusrau, Amir - Ghazal 1151
Type of spiritual experience
A description of the experience
In the Bazaar of Love
Ghazal 1151: gar na man divana gashtam z-in dil-i bad-nam-i khvish
Why would I entrust my message
to birds and breezes if my infamous
heart had not driven me insane?
When evening falls, my heart catches
fire in solitude. I light a fine candle
each night in my Canaan. I awake
with a start. How long will I chain
the feet of my restless soul with dreaming
fancies of your coiling curls?
Since my fate is not to love you,
I keep patient by writing your name
in heart's blood next to mine.
A swarm of pestilent winds blow
towards you from mortals' sighs.
Hide your face!
Mercy on your rose-coloured cheek!
Who is Khusrau that you tire your lips
to torment him? Please, don't squander
your insults like this just anywhere.
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Observation contributed by: Francis Keeble