Khusrau, Amir - Ghazal 155
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
Ghazal 155: man u shab zidagani-yi man in ast
The night and I-this is my life.
Sorrow and the heart-this is my joy.
I drink heart's blood all night
in her memory. This is my pale pink wine.
At night I bewail the insomnia
of absence. This is my cordial song.
I and dark nights in grief's corner-
this is where I secretly rejoice.
Her phantom closes my eyes to myself,
for this is my soulmate at night.
She shouldn't be distressed by my distress.
This is just what I suspected from my heart.
Sometimes I die for her love, sometimes
I live again-this is how my life goes.
Permit me to die at your feet,
for this is my eternal life.
Khusrau costs you no more than to say,
'This is the slave I got for free.'