Book in this poetic form
This page shows only poems in the Ghazal form.
No interpreter of our fires, not tongue for the secrets of our hearts—
You have flown from this narrow cage, you have escaped from this prison of cutpurses.
May these nuptials be blessed for us, may this marriage be blessed for us;
Ho, water of life, turn me about like a mill with plenty.
I heard that you praised your servant—who am I? You have shown yourself such kindness.
In body you are with us, in heart you are in the meadow; you are the quarry yourself when attached to the hunt.
The springtide brings me into laughter, a hangover keeps me headspinning.
Do you not seek a sign of the separated ones? Where has gone that fidelity and affection?