Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفاعیلن مفاعیلن مفاعیلن مفاعیلن (هزج مثمن سالم).
The breeze of spring makes of the garden a wine-tavern. It casts buds into jar-shapes, and makes of flowers cups.
You cannot fit into the Harem, nor into the idol-house. But O how eagerly you come to those who seek you eagerly.