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Nami Danam Che Manzil Bod Shab Jai Keh Man Bodam

Poet: Amir Khusroo (1253-1325)

‎نمی دانم چہ منزل بود شب جائے کہ من بودم
بہر سو رقص بسمل بود شب جائے کہ من بودم

I wonder what was the place where I was last night,
All around me were half-slaughtered victims of love,tossing about in agony.

‎پر ی پیکر نگاری ، سرو قد ، لالہ رخساری

 سراپا آفت دل بود شب جائے کہ من بودم

There was a nymph-like beloved with cypress-like form and tulip-like face Ruthlessly playing havoc with the hearts of the lovers.

‎خدا خود میر مجلس بود اندر لامکاں خسرو

 محمد شمع محفل بود شب جائے کہ من بودم

God himself was the master of ceremonies in that heavenly court,Oh Khusrau, where (the face of) the Prophet (pbuh) too was shedding light like a candle


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