Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلن (رمل مثمن مخبون محذوف).
The tulip of this meadowland is yet all flecked with hue; cast not the shield out of thy hand, for battle flares anew.
Faith depends on arguments and on magic eloquence; yet anon men serve the Lord with the lance and fearless sword.
Though the falcon of the brain yearneth on the wing to be, archers in this desert plain wait upon him secretly!
What is the world? The temple of my thought, the seen projection of my wakeful eye;
Sleeper, rise thou up, and fast! Once again upon the past and the future fix thy gaze; Thou must think on other ways.
Saki, on my heart bestow liquid flame with living glow; let the resurrection day dawn tremendous on my clay.
I uttered a new word, but there was none that heard; vision to rapture grew, but glance was none to view.
Never lover true is he who lamenteth dolefully; lover he, who in his bold hath the double world controlled.
Thine is the hawk upon the wing and thine the thrush sweet-carolling, thine is the light and joy of life and thine its fire and baneful strife.
In my heart’s empire, see how He rides spitefully, rides with imperious will to ravage, and to kill!
What is this life? A pearl in thy own shell to bear, in the flame’s heart to hurl thyself, nor melt to air.
To passion’s slaves let no man e’er the mystery of Thy love declare: It is not meet for straws to hear talk of the blazing brazier.
The young beloved, the ancient wine, the maids of Paradise; these joys men reckon rare and fine charm not the truly wise.
Tremulous as the moon-light to our far abode we came; and no man knoweth how we trod this road.
Eschew the West, and do not be bewitched by Europe’s wizardry; not worth barley, in my view, is all her ancient and her new.
This ancient universe new youth must now rehearse, its trembling blade of grass huge mountains should surpass.
Silent rosebud in her heart had a secret, veiled apart, suffered countless aches and woes buffeted by thyme and rose.
