Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلن (رمل مثمن مخبون محذوف).
Since you deserted me death is for me joy and ease; without you, death has become for me like honey and milk.
All have eaten and fallen asleep, and the house has become empty; it is time for us to saunter forth to the garden,
Happy the moment when we, you and I, sit in the palace, with two forms and two figures but with one soul, you and I.
Give that spirited wine, for we are all in such a state that we cannot tell wine from cup, head from foot.
Go, love, for you have become the most perfect of the lovely ones; you have smitten the necks of penitence and the penitent.
Gaze on the cheeks of love that you may gain the attributes of true men; sit not with the cold ones so you will not be chilled by their breath.
Go, nimble-rising soul go on a strange journey to the sea of meanings, for you are a precious pearl.