Khusrau, Amir - Ghazal 417 [extract]
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
Ghazal 417: mara baz az tariq-i saqi-yi khud yad miayad
Sleep, be gone! You're no friend of mine tonight
as I remember that someone's tangled hair.
The wind wracks me with his scent:
stop it for once there on the porch
and board up the window when it blows
from that direction. When he's absent,
his scent wafts from wild marjoram
and won't let me forget how his hair curls.
He left and reduced me to ruins. Muslims, help!
Spiteful he saps my foundations again.
I love you so much
I am overcome with jealousy
if you treat someone else
as badly as you treated me.
Don't listen, my dear. The legend of Khusrau
will sear your heart, for it carries
the scent of Farhad's anguished heart.