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This page shows only poems in the metre فاعلاتن فاعلاتن فاعلاتن فاعلن (رمل مثمن محذوف).
Our thought is constantly engaged in fashioning new gods. Released from one bond, it entangles itself in another.
You have made every thorn prick us and know our tale. You took us to the wilderness of madness, and let everybody know.
A wave can well be severed from the bosom of the sea, and you can well enclose the boundless sea within the channel of your private stream.
My love in its abandon has a live flame in its arms. My sterile wisdom cannot raise a single spark.