My heart gave me no respite,I was like a madman last night.All night I was beguiled,Indulged and fantasized. The flame of LoveIn my heart burnt brightAnd I was a mothThat on the flame alights…

…The heart, the body and the soulBy her thought was consumed whole;The only one left untouchedWas I alone, and none to console. In front of the BelovedI did not mention Khusrow’s faults;Entranced by her beguiling beautyI forgot my honest duty!

…[F]or the Lovers the place of worshipIs the arch of the Beloved’s eyebrows. O Morning breeze, if you perchanceShould find where my Beloved dwells,Search in her dark tressesOur broken hearts entangled there…” ―Amir Khusrow Dehlavi

…[F]or the Lovers the place of worshipIs the arch of the Beloved’s eyebrows. O Morning breeze, if you perchanceShould find where my Beloved dwells,Search in her dark tressesOur broken hearts entangled there…