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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
The king has come, the king has come; adorn the palace-hall; cut your forearms in honour of the fair one of Canaan.
Have you ever seen any lover who was satiated with this passion? Have you ever seen any fish that had become satiated with this sea?
How would it be, if my fair love should take my hand tomorrow, hang his head through the window like the lovely-featured moon?
Today give in full measure that pure wine; strike in utter confusion this hasty wheel of heaven.
Like the rose I am laughing with all my body, not only with my mouth, because I am without myself, alone with the king of the world.
Come, you who have given new life to the world, put out of action cunning reason.