In the heart of Hindustan’s vibrant lands,
A poet sings with silken strands,
Amir Khusro, the minstrel of lore,
Whose verses echo forevermore.

With words that dance, a celestial flight,
He weaves the night with hues of light,
In every phrase, a world unfolds,
The magic of stories, eternally told.

His ghazals, like rivers, flow and bend,
Bridging souls, where cultures blend,
A harmony of East and West,
In Khusro’s song, all hearts find rest.

Oh, bard of love, your spirit’s flame,
In every heart, it speaks your name,
A timeless voice, a guiding star,
Amir Khusro, wherever you are.