Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفاعلن فعلاتن مفاعلن فعلاتن (مجتث مثمن مخبون).
Hold on the skirt of His grace, for suddenly He will flee; but do not draw Him as an arrow, for He will flee from the bow.
The Bur¯aq of the love of realities carried away my mind and heart; ask me where it took them? Thither you do not know.