Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفعول فاعلاتن مفعول فاعلاتن (مضارع مثمن اخرب).
Here someone is hidden; suppose not that you are alone. She has very sharp ears; do not open your tongue to evil.
Bring into motion your amber-scattering tress; bring into dancing the souls of the Sufis.
He said, “Who is at the door?” I said, “Your humble slave.” He said, “What is your business?” I said, “Lord, to greet you.”
Again the sun of felicity has mounted to heaven, again the desire of the souls has arrived from the way of the soul.
The sea can always dispense with the fish, for in comparison with the sea the fish is contemptible.
Sour-faced one, in my presence you spoke evil of me; the mouth of the vulture always smells of carrion.