…[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…

…[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

…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!

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…