MD Amir Khusro, The Nightingale of India

Selected Persian Odes
1. Auflage 2012
ISBN: 978-1-62488-143-5
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 223 Seiten

Affluent and playful, Khusro, the thirteenth century poet and musician who would become known throughout India and Middle East - and now the world - is a Persian mystic who loved melody, words and romance. His interpretation of love's musings is frivolous, fanciful and lovely proving that love and poetry walk hand in hand - always have and always will.

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MD,

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1 Abr meebaarad o mun meeshawam az yaar juda

No, leave me not, my sweetie pie; enjoy this rainy day

And tear you not my love from this my loving heart away

Oh, how can I this rainy night without my darling sleep

When everyone is weeping here, weep I and clouds weep

With the air so fresh and clear, and the garden lush and green

Oh, why is not our nightingale a part of the lovely scene?

For you, my one and only one, I shed the tears of blood

So don’t be out of my sight, for it will become a flood

O light you’re of my eyes; O you’re my gift of sight

And when you are away from me, my day looks more like night

I love to peek, and to ogle you from every chink and crack

My eyes will surely crack up, dear, if they not keep the track

Away not go from your KHUSRO lest you do start to whittle

Like a flower you’re going to wither when cut you’re from thistle

2 Sad hazaaraan aafreen jaanaafreen e paak ra

O praise the Lord, the holy and pure, the maker of us all

For made He you from dust and clay a crafty, lovely doll

So sweet and bitter, so tart and luscious, you can be all in one

Dispense you can a poison such, the cure for which is none

The soul you are of blossom, and you make the garden bloom

And when you go, you leave it in a deadly, deadly gloom

When out of sight you are, my love, my tears block my light

When wetter become my eyes yet, they whet my appetite

With magic in those eyes of yours oh, how you on me prey

So leave me not, O huntress, pray do not you go away

Comfort me not, O doctor; please sew not my wounded heart

For me to vent my longings all you let it fall apart

O cry not, KHUSRO, all the time your bitterness down you tone

For soften a heart a bit you can’t when made it is of pure stone

3 Geh az mai talkh meekun aan do laal e shakkarafshaan ra

Well, if she makes her sweet lips tart with the wine just a trace

Keep that should all the oglers off staring at her face

Oft I reveal my love for her and hope that she will imbibe

Knowing well she loves me not, and takes she not a bribe

To soothe my lust I ask her oft for a kiss of her flaming cheek

The breath I use inflames my love; I get not what I seek

O burn me, God, instead of her in the fire of flaming hell

For knows she not the pain she gives; she really cannot tell

Tell, KHUSRO, the tale of Majno’s love, and how endured he pain

For he was in love, and knew he not impatience how to rein

4 Beem ast keh sodayat, baigaana kunad ma ra

I fear my love for you, my love, will make me totally mad

And infamous so I’ll become that it will make you sad

The passion I have will make me lose my reason and my creed

And the pangs will also make me reject my life and soul indeed

You have me bound, body and soul, with chains of braided hair

Now only you can make me free and get me off the snare

When sleep I can’t, I drink and drink to drown my pain and sorrow

And drunk I get thinking of you when sober I’m next morrow

Like moon eclipsing a million stars, you eclipse the beauties all

And KHUSRO, like the moth, cannot resist your candle’s call

5 Saba nau kard baagh o bostaan ra

In garden renewed by springtime breeze, its winter garment shed

The budding flowers like goblets wait for the vintage wine red

With gathering clouds in the heaven above letting water slowly drip

And birds all sing their melody sweet, like wine as rain they sip

The budding flowers, all ready to bloom, their lovely faces flush

With eager lips when kissed by birds, they blush, and blush, and blush

The oaks and pines are full and green with the advent of spring

And the songs of love by the loving birds make the lovely cypress swing

And when you arrive on such a scene with a smiling rosy face

I dare not say a rose you are, for you it might disgrace

So come, my love, and fill the cup with a lot of rosy wine

For time flies and the eternal life is neither yours nor mine

Be not so proud and learn you please, whatever you have, to savor

And don’t you think the beauty you have will last somehow for ever

When KHUSRO comes to your salon, him you should try to reach

For find you will not a single one with such an eloquent speech

6 Chun bakshaaie lab e shakkarshikan ra

Open you when your sugary lips

Your word from them their sugar grips

And lit you have in my heart a fire

Which is consuming my being entire

And when in the garden you take a walk

Your beauty becomes its only talk

Excited, the birds run all amok

With envy the flowers go all in shock

But none of this affects your pride

Nor the stony heart that is inside

For the pain of KHUSRO there is no cure

The pangs of love even kings endure

7 Dar aamad dar dil aan sultaan e dilha

O beauty queen, come live in my heart

And make it your home; from it don’t part

In it the seeds of love you sow

Then watch my terrible yearning grow

Take care of it and don’t you throw

My poor little heart to the vulture and crow

Parting from you I can’t endure

My sorrow and pain no one can cure

This love has set my heart on fire

And it is consuming my being entire

Your love from all does take its toll

And even our KHUSRO has lost his soul

8 Zahay wasf e labat zikr e zabaanha

Oh, how your lips are loved by all

And mouth also with pearls that fall

Your smile that makes you look like a flower

We love so much; we greatly admire

When heaven sees our flaming desire

Instead of a shower, it rains the fire

And when in the park, we cry with pain

The birds and the bees go all insane

And bleeding, when KHUSRO walks around

There’re pools of blood all over the ground

9 Bashguft gulha dar chaman, aey gulsitaan e mun bia

Flowers are blooming everywhere, O flower of mine, come to me

Conifers await you night and day, my graceful pine, come to me

Thanks to my overflowing tears, tulips and roses are fresh and young

Strolling along the garden walk, my lily divine, come to me

Without you, darling, the gardens are in grip of doom and gloom

So shining brightly in the dark, my sweet sunshine, come to me

Your braids are trying to chain me, dear; your eyes are out to charm

So me if you want to captivate, my valentine, come to me

You may be tart and pungent but your absence is much worse

So bearing all your pungency, my vintage wine, come to me

Without you I, your KHUSRO, am tongue-tied and confused

To give me wit and fluency, O soul of mine, come to me

10 Gunj e ishq e to nihaan shud der dil e weeraan e ma

Smoldering is the fire of love in the wasteland of my heart

Consume it will my body and soul; my heart will fall apart

Leave me alone, O doctor, please, I feel completely sure

That she, who gave this pain to me, does also have the cure

Among the beauties of the world, you stand above and all alone

So be a queen and rule them all, and let them moan and groan

And when you come to walk in the park, they gossip and they talk

In charm and grace you are alone; no one can walk the way you walk

With you not there, your lovers are in agony and in pain

For deep in love these lovers are; do not them you disdain

They sob, they sigh, they weep, they cry, they moan all night, and groan

And even in a crowd, my dear, they feel all lonely, all alone

But lucky was KHUSRO when, with a wink, you said, “O I will be

His real love, his only love, but he will have to die for me”

11 Dar kham e gaisoo e kaafirkaish daari taarha

Lo, tangled are the pious ones in the curly brown hair

And caught is all their piety in its wavy, twisted snare

And dazzled so the learned are by the beauty of her face

That gone are all their tact and wit, and lost they have their grace

The clamors and the tumults are, of every shade and grade

The powers of the beauty and also its tools of trade

Yet kissing her lovely ruby lips is a pleasure and a thrill

A cure for every malady and a curb for every ill

The path of love and passion is a thorny one indeed

But follow will I the rose of mine, if she will take the lead

And I’ll reach there even when it takes me years and years

If short of water the garden is, I’ll supply it with my tears

So, KHUSRO, it is the long and short of the story of my love

And love is what it takes to keep the stars and moon in place above

12 Khabarat hast keh az khaish khaber neest mara

How numb am I you know not, dear

No hope have I, no qualm, no fear

Headlong in love, I have lost my head

Headless am I, neither live nor dead

Crying and weeping, having caused a flood

My eyes are dry, no tears, no blood

With bonds so strong no one can tear

Bound am I by her...