Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفعول مفاعیل مفاعیل فعولن (هزج مثمن اخرب مکفوف محذوف).
This house wherein continually rings the sound of the bellstaff—ask of the master what house this house is.
Since your image dwelt within the house of our breasts, wherever we sit has become like highest paradise.
At the dawn hour a moon appeared in the sky, came down from the sky and gazed upon me.
Birds, who are now parted from your cage, show your faces again and declare where you are.
I grant that your prince has gold by the ton; but how happens it that the gold-rich man obtains a cheek like gold?
Like a mirror my soul displays secrets; I am able not to speak, but I am unable not to know.
Saki, my spirit is moving in the track of love, but because of your weariness my tongue is tied.