Friday, 3 February 2017

About Sarkar Amir Khusroo R.A.. I weep separately, the heavens separately, the beloved separately! In the beginning there is an end, yet in the end there is no beginning. And far away from the logic of beginning and end there is a kingdom of heart, a realm of soul and Love. A garden of seclusion, with sprouting flowers of solitude, aloof skies and silent streams. Where heavens pour the rain of love, and love trancedents into soul to unite it with the universe. Hush and calm. World of Khusrau is one such place. It’s an oasis of the light amidst the encroaching dark of world. Slow words, rippling sounds, soulful strings, enchanting lines, witty exchanges the ‘Tuu-tee-e-Hind’ has his pen’s ink splashed over the hearts of generations. Khusrau’s discourse of love through his poems has always had innermost impact on the hearts of wise. His verses have been an intoxicant to cure the pain of lovers in separation. Even now, his palliative poetry plays Jesus for the incurable. At this moment in time, I wander in the land of Khusrau, chanting the eulogy of beloved and songs of longing, of separation. And the verses of Khusrau put me into a trance, love brings me wings, I fly… the flight of separation. Abr mi barad-o man shovm-e az yar-e judaa Choon kunam dil becheneen roz zedildar judaa. The clouds weep, as I become separated from the beloved, How can my heart split from the beloved in such enchanting rain? Abr baraan wa man-o yar satadah ba-widaa Man judaa girya kunaan, abr judaa, yaar judaa Heavens pour the rain of tears as the beloved walks away, I weep separately, the heavens separately, the beloved separately. Sabza nou khaiz-o hawa khurram-o bustan sarsabz Bulbul e roo-e-siyah manda ze gulzar juda Enlivening is the breeze and lush green the garden, But alas! the nightingale of this dark-faced lover is far away. Husn-e tu daer napayad chun ze Khusro rafti Gul basay daer namanad chun shud az khar juda That bewitching beauty will not last long kept away from Khusrau, Flower will soon wither when plucked away from the thorn. Ameer Khusrau 13th century Sufi poet..


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