Book in this poetic form
This page shows only poems in the Ghazal form.
Every moment the voice of Love is arriving from left and right; we are departing for the skies—who has a mind for sightseeing?
My being is but a goblet in the Beloved’s hand—look at my eyes, if you do not believe it.
What pearl are you? For in no man’s hand is the price of you. What does the world possess that is not your gift?
Three days it is now since my fair one has become changed; sugar is never bitter—how is it that that sugar is sour?
Love is nothing but felicity and lovingkindness, it is nothing but gladness and right guidance.