Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مستفعلن فع مستفعلن فع (متقارب مثمن اثلم).
By the Saki’s eye heart-enflamed I lie; drunk without wine – O delight divine!
The world, but not selfhood, thou canst see; how long in thy ignorance wilt thou sit?
My soul, embattled with fortune ever, weeps like a river among the mountains.
This is a world that like to it, each boundless is, and infinite;
