Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre فاعلاتن فاعلاتن فاعلن (رمل مسدس محذوف یا وزن مثنوی).
When you display that rosy cheek, you set the stones aspinning for joy.
The heart is like a grain of corn, we are like a mill; how does the mill know why this turning?
Do you not know what the rebeck says concerning tears of the eyes and burning hearts?
Little by little the drunkards congregate, little by little the wine-worshippers arrive.
Laughter tells of your lovingkindness, tears complain of your wrath;
The lovers visible and the Beloved invisible—who ever saw such a love in all the world?