You’ve taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.

As he draws the sword, I bow my head in prostration so as to be killed,O wondrous is his beneficence, o wondrous my submission.O wondrous amorous teasing, o wondrous beguiling,O wondrous tilted cap, o wondrous tormentor.Do not reveal the Truth; in this world blasphemy prevails, Khusrau;O wondrous source of mystery, o wondrous knower of secrets.

And to me, a foreign land? Why dear father, why?We (daughters) are just cows tied to your peg,Will move on to where ever you drive us to, dear father.We are just flower-buds of your garden,And are asked for, in every household, dear father.We are just birds from your cage,Will fly off when its dawn again,…

1The creaking of the chain of Majnun is the orchestra of the lovers,To appreciate its music is quite beyond the ears of the wise.2If I cannot see her, at least I can think of her, and so be happy;To light the beggar’s hut no candle is better than moonlight.3My heart is a wanderer in love,…

All the gazelles of the desert have put their heads on their handsIn the hope that one day you will come to hunt them….The attraction of love won’t leave you unmoved;Should you not come to my funeral,you’ll definitely come to my grave.My soul has come on my lips (e.g. I am on the point of…

Every sect has a faith, a direction (Qibla) to which they turn,I have turned my face towards the crooked cap (of Nizamudin 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 into my beloved’s feet?Every sect has…

{Rest of the lines are Tarana bols, which are meaningless and are chants of the sufi saints}