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This page shows only poems in the Ghazal form.
This time I am wholly involved in loverhood, this time I am wholly cut off from well-being.
Yesterday my darling placed a golden crown on my head; however many blows you may strike, it will not fall from my head.
I was dead, I became alive; I was weeping, I became laughing; the power of love came, and I became everlasting power.
Of these two thousand I’s and we’s I wonder, which one am I? Give ear to my babble, do not lay your hand on my mouth.
I saw a tree and a fire. A call came, “My darling!” That fire is calling me; am I Moses son of ‘Imr¯an?