Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفعول مفاعیلن مفعول مفاعیلن (هزج مثمن اخرب).
You imprisoned in air nine spheres of emerald till you brought into orbit a form of earth.
Garden, do you know in whose wind you are dancing? You are pregnant with fruit, intoxicated with the rose bower.
How happy the day when you return from the road and shine in the window of the soul like the moon from above!