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This page shows only poems in the metre مفعول فاعلات مفاعیل فاعلن (مضارع مثمن اخرب مکفوف محذوف).
Dawn has arrived and drawn his polished blade, and from heaven camphor-white morn has broken forth.
Joyous spring has arrived and the Beloved’s message has come; we are drunk with love and intoxicated and cannot be still.
They say, “The king of love is not faithful.” Lies! They say, “Your night will never have a dawn.” Lies!
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we entered the veil.
Rise, lovers, that we may go towards heaven; we have seen this world, so let us go to that world.
Sit with lovers, altogether choose loverhood; be not for a moment companion with him who is not a lover.
I have heard that you are intending to journey; do not. That you give your love to another friend and companion; do not.
I went to the master’s street and said, “Where is the master?” They said, “The master is a lover and is drunk and wandering from street to street.”