Amir Khusrau imagining his dialogue with his master Hz. Nizamuddin Aulia:
Guftam ke roshan az qamar, guftar ke rukhsar-e-manast.
Asks Khusrau, “Who is as bright as moon?” His master replies: “My cheeks.”
Guftam ke shireen az shaker, guftar ke guftar-e- manast.
I asked, “What is sweeter than sugar? He replies, “My words.”
Guftam tareeq-e-ashiqan, guftar wafadari buwad.
I asked,”What is the way of the loving.” He rpelied, “ Fidelity forever.”
Guftam makun jaur-o-jafa, guftar ke in kair e manast.
I asked, “ Don’t be so cruel and unfair.” He replied, “ This is my business.”
Guftam ke marg –e ashiqan, guftar ke dard e hijr e man.
I asked, “What is the death of the loving?” He replied, “Separation from me.”
Guftam ilaaj e zindagi, guftar ke deedar-e- manast.
I asked, “What is the treatment of the loving.” He replied, “The sight of me.”
Guftam ke hoori ya pari, guftar ke man shah e butaan.
I asked, “Then what are hooris and fairies? He replied, “(Leave them), I am their King.”
Guftam ke Khusrau na tawaan, guftar parastar e manast.
I said, “But Khusrau is very weak.” J He replied, “So what, he is my disciple.”