Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفعول فاعلاتن مفعول فاعلاتن (مضارع مثمن اخرب).
I saw my sweetheart wandering about the house; he had taken a rebec and was playing a melody.
I am sprung from you and likewise you have devoured me, I melt in you since through you I froze.
You who are imam of love, say All¯ah Akbar, for you are drunk; shake your two hands, become indifferent to existence.
In the battle ranks we have no shield before our face; in the concert we are unaware of reed pipe and tambourine.
Yesterday you made compact and repentance, today you have broken them; yesterday you were a bitter sea, today you are a pearl.
Minstrel, when you draw your plectrums over the strings, you draw into labor these idlers of the way.
Yesterday I clutched his skirt saying, “O essence [jewel] of generosity, do not say goodnight, do not grieve us, for tonight you are mine.”
Once again a melody has come from the reed pipe of fortune; O soul, clap hands, O heart, stamp feet.