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This page shows only poems in the metre فاعلاتن فاعلاتن فاعلن (رمل مسدس محذوف یا وزن مثنوی).
That beauty handed me a broom saying, “Stir up the dust from the sea!”
I went there intoxicated and said, “O beauty, when you have maddened me, give ear!”
What, loverhood and then concern for name and shame? That should not be; Love’s village is stone on stone!
Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose: