Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفاعیلن مفاعیلن فعولن (هزج مسدس محذوف یا وزن دوبیتی).
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?
Where are you, martyrs divine, affliction-seekers of the plain of Karbala?
Out of drunkenness and dissolution I have become such that I do not know earth from water.