Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفعول فاعلات مفاعیل فاعلن (مضارع مثمن اخرب مکفوف محذوف).
Come, for a saki with a rose-like face is playing on a lute. The air of spring has made the garden look as if it were a painting from Arzhang.
I long for manly weapons – bow, dagger, spear and sword. O, do not come with me, for mine is Shabbir’s way.
The fervent quality of verse comes from the heart’s ecstatic cry. This candle is alight thanks to the heart, which is its moth.
We are mere dust, but planet-like we swiftly move, and seek the shore of this blue sea.
