Beholding your appearance, Oh Nijaam <br />I offer myself in sacrifice. <br />Amongst all the girls, my scarf is the most soiled, <br />Look, the girls are laughing at me. <br />This spring, please dye my scarf for me, <br />Oh Nijaam, protect my honour. <br />In the name of Ganj-e Shakar (Nizamuddin Aulia's pir) , <br />Protect my honour, Oh beloved Nijaam. <br />Qutab and Farid have come in the wedding procession, <br />And Khusrau is the loving bride, Oh Nijaam. <br />Some have to fight with the mother-in-law, <br />While some with sisters-in-law, <br />But I have you for support, Oh Nijaam<br /><br />Amir Khusro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beholding-your-appearance/
