Amir Khusrow Translations

Strange Currents by Amir Khusrow loose translation by Michael R. Burch O Khusrow, the river of love creates strange currents— the one who would surface invariably drowns, while the one who submerges, survives. *** Becoming One by Amir Khusrow loose translation by Michael R. Burch I have become you, as you have become me; I am your body, you my Essence. Now no one can ever say that you are someone else, or that I am anything less than your Presence! *** I Am a Pagan by Amir Khusrow loose translation by Michael R. Burch I am a pagan disciple of love: I need no creeds. My every vein has become taut, like a tuned wire. I do not need the Brahman's girdle. Leave my bedside, ignorant physician! The only cure for love is the sight of the patient's beloved: there is no other medicine he needs! If our boat lacks a pilot, let there be none: we have god in our midst: we do not fear the sea! The people say Khusrow worships idols: True! True! But he does not need other people's approval; he does not need the world's. (My translation above references a translation by Dr. Hadi Hasan.) *** Amir Khusrow’s elegy for his mother loose translation by Michael R. Burch Wherever you shook the dust from your feet is my relic of paradise! *** Paradise by Amir Khusrow loose translation by Michael R. Burch If there is an earthly paradise, It is here! It is here! It is here!