Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفاعیلن مفاعیلن فعولن (هزج مسدس محذوف یا وزن دوبیتی).
Heart, since you have become understanding of the mysteries, you have become useless for all other employments.
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.