Yaar-e-mann baya
Balabam raseeda janam
(Friend of my soul come nigh
I present my life on my lips for you)
– Amir Khusro
– Amir Khusro
My body’s dust is a veil
Spread out to hide
My soul—happy that moment when
It’s drawn aside!
To cage a songbird with so sweet
A voice is wrong—
I’ll fly to paradise’s garden
Where I belong.
But why I’ve come and whence I came
Is all unclear—
Alas, to know so little of
My being here!
How can I make my journey to
My heavenly home
When I’m confined and cramped within
This flesh and bone?
If my blood smells of longing, show no
Astonishment—
Mine is the musk deer’s pain as he
Secretes his scent.
Don’t think my golden shirt is like
A candle’s light—
The true flame burns beneath my shirt,
Hidden from sight.
Come, and ensure Hafez’s being
Will disappear—
Since You exist, no one will hear
Me say, “I’m here.”
Usage: A major flaw in Adam’s character is that of uxoriousness; evident in the following lines
n. A person who reads in bed.
plural librocubicularists
Usage: I am a dedicated librocubicularist who cannot fall asleep without a book.