Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفتعلن فاعلن مفتعلن فاعلن (منسرح مطوی مکشوف).
I am not satiated, not satiated with your laughing lips; a thousand blessings on your lips and teeth!
You who slay like sugar the lovers, slay my soul sweetly this moment, if you are slaying.
Lion-heart, you have made a hundred thousand lion-hearts; you have outstripped the sun even in generosity.