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This page shows only poems in the metre مفتعلن فاعلن مفتعلن فاعلن (منسرح مطوی مکشوف).
He said, “My sugar-sweet lip is worth a treasure of pearls.” “Ah, I have no pearls.” He said, “You have not? Then buy!
My drunkenness of today is not like yesterday’s drunkenness; do you not believe me? Take a glass, and drink!
I have no need of wine, I am indifferent to lees and pure liquor; I thirst for my own blood, the time of battle has come.
Give yourself a kiss, silvery-bodied idol; you who are in Cathay, do not search for yourself in Khotan.