Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفتعلن مفاعلن مفتعلن مفاعلن (رجز مثمن مطوی مخبون).
Restless heart of mine, say, of what substance are you? Of fire? Of water? Of man? Of peri?
Do not heap snow on yourself, lest you congeal; your snow will make you congeal even though you be the furnace of fire.
I would have shown my face to you if I were not wholly soul; the sign of me would have been seen were I not without sign.