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This page shows only poems in the metre فعلات فاعلاتن فعلات فاعلاتن (رمل مثمن مشکول).
Though dust, and dark as dust, am I, I have a little heart, whereby with vision open as a star I gaze on beauty from afar.
With a song of agony, with a sweet, soft melody, to a dying world athirst Lo: life’s flagon I have burst.
The eyes and heart that I have take such delight in view – what is my fault if I should carve idols out of rough stone?
Thinkest Thou that to the threshold I have made this pilgrimage? With the master of the household I have business to engage.
Thou didst turn my night to dawning; O Thou sun of presence bright, like the sun Thou art in brightness, light unveiled, most worthy light!
Tell me this: what is Thy share in this world of pain and care? Knowest Thou the spirit’s smart? Hast Thou an uneaseful heart?
A hand of dust is all I own; I scatter it upon the way, because I hope that on a day it shall ascend to heaven’s throne.
In Thy hands I now deliver once again my restless heart; it will never cease from labour for the ease.
No lament, no sigh I uttered; naught avail laments and sighs; best unspoken, the heart’s sorrow; there be few to sympathize.
When the tulip’s heart I viewed with the gaze of certitude, all I saw was ecstasy, sighs, and sobbing bitterly.