Book in this poetic form
This page shows only poems in the Ghazal form.
Stealthily as the soul, you are going in the midst of my soul; O luster of my garden, you are my gracefully moving cypress.
Lovers, lovers, it is time to migrate from the world; the drum of departure is reaching my spirit’s ear from heaven.
Enough now from the cry dush—“dismount”—I have remained far from my road; enough from the cry qush—“set off”—I have missed my tent.
I become not satiated with you—this is my only sin; be not satiated with compassion for me, O my refuge in both worlds!
If any man asks you about the houris, show your face, saying, “Like this”; if any man speaks to you of the moon, get up onto the roof—“Like this.”