Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفاعیلن مفاعیلن فعولن (هزج مسدس محذوف یا وزن دوبیتی).
Though the whole world be full of thorns, the heart of the lover is wholly a rosebower;
Rajab has gone out and Sha‘b¯an has entered; the soul has quit the body, and the Beloved has entered.
In this cold and rain the Beloved is sweeter, the Beauty in the bosom, and Love in the brain.
So drunk am I, so drunk am I today that I have leaped out of the hoop today.
The fair one whom I am seeking with all my soul I do not see amongst those present here.