O wondrous ecstatic eyes, o wondrous long locks, 
O wondrous wine worshipper, o wondrous mischievous sweetheart.

As he draws the sword, I bow my head in prostration so as to be killed,
O wondrous in his beeficence, o wondrous my submission

In the spasm of being killed my eyes beheld your face:
O wondrous benevolence, o wondrous guidance and protestion.

O wondrous amorous teasing, o wondrous beguilding,
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.

Chashme Maste Ajabe by Nusrat Fateh Ali

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. 
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Chashme Maste Ajabe by Nusrat Fateh Ali

Muhammad Daniyal Naeem