Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفتعلن مفتعلن مفتعلن مفتعلن (رجز مثمن مطوی).
Divan-e Shams by Rumi, in the metre مفتعلن مفتعلن مفتعلن مفتعلن (رجز مثمن مطوی)
My Beloved leaves me not so much as to scratch my own head; it is the body of my Beloved that presses me in its breast.
I cried out at midnight, “Who is in this house of the heart?” He said, “It is I, by whose countenance the sun and the moon are put to shame.”
I was dead, I became alive; I was weeping, I became laughing; the power of love came, and I became everlasting power.
Of these two thousand I’s and we’s I wonder, which one am I? Give ear to my babble, do not lay your hand on my mouth.
When laughter leaps forth from me, I keep laughter hidden from him; I make a sour face at him; I shout and scream at him.
Whatever comes of the world’s affairs, how does that affect your business? If the two worlds have become an idol-temple, where is that roguish idol of yours?
Happy-cheeked saki of mine, give the cup like pomegranate blossom; if for my sake you will not give for the sake of the heart of the Beloved.