Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفعول مفاعیل مفاعیل فعولن (هزج مثمن اخرب مکفوف محذوف).
O formless Beloved of the pure form-fashioner, O you who have given the cup full of tumult to the lovers,
The dissolutes are all assembled in the Magian monastery; give one bumper to that unique elder.
This midnight who has come like moonshine? It is the messenger of love, coming from the prayer-niche.
If the knowledge of the tavern were your intimate companion, this [formal] knowledge and science would be mere wind and caprice in your eyes;
Become a lover, become a lover and bid groaning be gone; you are after all a king’s son, how long will you be a prisoner?
I found in my house a token of the king, a ring of ruby and a belt particular of the mine.
I grant that you do not see the face of that Chinese girl; do you not see the moving of this veil proceeds from her moving?