Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلن (رمل مثمن مخبون محذوف).
Around my grave atood in a ring a bevy of fair mourners, all comely, winsome, lily-white.
Learn how to put a rosary bead on the sacred thread, and if your eyes see double, then learn how not to see.
O I long for a sight of that full moon. So I stand hand on heart, eyes fixed on a house-top.
There is no waking up without You from non-being’s sleep, no being without You, no non-being with You.
Lines Addressed To a Sufi: Neither have I nor you the wish to go to Layla’s house. Neither have I nor you the heart to bear the desert heat.
In the world of our heart there are no phases of the moon. There is a revolution, but no morning and no evening.
The majesty is snatched away from mountains and bestowed on leaves of grass. A royal crown is put on the head of a roadside beggar.
Do not be like a mirror, which is taken up with others’ beauty. Cast away the thought of others from your mind.
There is no master who does not adore Him like a slave. There is no slave who, if he were a master, would not bid for Him.
Your seeing is all error, your wisdom all defect. You never will get anywhere except through revelation.
There is no breaker of wine-jars not merrily drunk with your wine. There is no sweet-tongued poet who has not sucked rapture at your ruby-tinted lips.
