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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
That wandering slave has returned, returned; he has come before You burning and melting like a candle.
Why must I dance in the glow of His sun? So that when the mote dances, He may remember me.
Every moment the Soul is decaying and growing before you, and how should any man plead with you for the sake of a single soul?
Do not despair, my soul, for hope has manifested itself; the hope of every soul has arrived from the unseen.
Die now, die now, in this Love die; when you have died in this Love, you will all receive new life.
The weary ones have all gone; close the door of the house; laugh all in union at aweary reason.
Since your image dwelt within the house of our breasts, wherever we sit has become like highest paradise.
At the dawn hour a moon appeared in the sky, came down from the sky and gazed upon me.
Birds, who are now parted from your cage, show your faces again and declare where you are.