Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre فعلاتن مفاعلن فعلن (خفیف مسدس مخبون).
The morning blossometh; and the cloud bindeth a veil: O companions! the morning cup! the morning cup!
To utter to thee the state of my heart is my desire: To hear news of my heart is my desire.
The heart is the chamber of love of His: The eye is the mirror-holder of the form of His.