Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفتعلن فاعلن مفتعلن فاعلن (منسرح مطوی مکشوف).
You who are my soul’s repose in the time of pain, you who are my spirit’s treasure in the bitterness of poverty,
Again the violet bent double has arrived beside the lily, again the ruby-clad rose is tearing her gown to shreds;
Every moment the voice of Love is arriving from left and right; we are departing for the skies—who has a mind for sightseeing?
Unbelief has put on black garments; the Light of Muhammad has arrived. The drum of immortality has been beaten; the eternal kingdom has arrived.
A little fox carried off the sheep’s tail; was the lion perchance asleep? The blind and blue fox does not carry off its own life from the lion.
The month of fasting has come, the emperor’s banner has arrived; withhold your hand from food, the spirit’s table has arrived.
Do not slacken the bowstring, for I am your four-feathered arrow; do not turn your face away, for I am a man with one heart, not two-headed.