SACRED SPACE: Fusion Poetry

SACRED SPACE: Fusion Poetry

27 Oct 2007, 0001 hrs IST

Every sect has a faith, a direction (Qibla) to which they turn, I have turned my face towards the crooked cap (of Nizamuddin Aulia) The whole world worships something or the other, Some look for God in Mecca, while some go to Kashi (Banaras), So why can’t i, Oh wise people, fall at my beloved’s feet? I have become you, and you me, I am the body, you soul; So that no one can say hereafter, That you are someone, and i, someone else. I am a pagan and a worshipper of love: the creed (of Muslims) i do not need; Every vein of mine has become taut like a wire, the (Brahman’s) girdle i do not need. The cloud weeps, and i become separated from my friend — How can i separate my heart from my heart’s friend on such a day. The cloud weeping — and i and the friend standing, bidding farewell — i weeping separately, the clouds separately, the friend separately...

Selections from the poetry of Amir Khusrau

FONTE: Times of India - India

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