Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفاعیلن مفاعیلن فعولن (هزج مسدس محذوف یا وزن دوبیتی).
I am the slave who set the master free, I am the one who taught the teacher.
I made a journey, I ran to every city, no man I saw with your grace and beauty.
How close your soul is to my soul! For whatever thing you are thinking, I know.
Out of all the world I choose you alone; do you deem it right for me to sit sorrowful?
Come, for today we are the quarry of the King, we have no need for self and the world.
I was intent on seeking a stratagem, that that moon-faced one might set his face on mine.