Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفعول مفاعلن فعولن (هزج مسدس اخرب مقبوض محذوف).
We are dancing like motes, we obey the command of your sun.
Last night I vowed anew, I swore an oath by your life,
If I do not express in speech your elegance, I have your love within my breast.
On the day when you pass over my grave, bring to mind this terror and confusion of mine;
We are living by the light of Majesty, we are strangers and exceeding familiar.
This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;
That enemy of soul and mind and faith has returned, shaking his sleeves—