Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre فعلاتن مفاعلن فعلن (خفیف مسدس مخبون).
A hundred drums are being beaten within our hearts, the roar of which we shall hear tomorrow.
Love is nothing but felicity and lovingkindness, it is nothing but gladness and right guidance.
A little apple, half red and half yellow, made tale of rose and saffron.
My verse resembles the bread of Egypt—night passes over it, and you cannot eat it any more.
Take heed, for the time of men of fortitude has come, the hour of hardship and testing has come.
Minstrel of the lovers, shake the string, strike fire into believer and infidel!
Who has compassion on a friend? A friend likewise. Who hears the sigh of the sick? The sick.