O Khusrau, in Love
there is one risk...
O Khusrau, in Love
there is one risk...
Winning He is mine
Winning He is mine
vanquished I am His...
Temple doors closed, Buddha alone
Enters a whore from the rear door
stands beside the idol ;
Pair of Fir trees guard the door, alert,
Nobody should know
Especially shramana,
On the other hemisphere, 
knowing all these
A sapling of Japani tree in the temple-yard
creates ambience of Peace ;
All sleeping, trees flowers shramanas ;
the fobidden girl, the mendicant
whispers before the lord..
The river of Love
The river of Love
and its magical flow...
Khusrau gets drowned
and enters the show...
We go out, the space is vast.
We walk beside each other.
We want to talk.
But what each one relates,
the other already knows.
For from the beginning, blotted out, forgotten,
it has been the same adventure.
And in our dreams, we meet.
We love, we complete each other.
But no one ever journeys farther
than into himself or another.
Which has to separate you
You cry into the space
You cut half
Towards that other space
You cry as loud
In all the time
as if you were the only ones
Unable to meet.
My illusory 'i'
On tryst with Thy...
spectacle of the Whole
and Khusrau liquefies...
