صنف کے تحت کتاب
یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
A sour-faced one has come—perchance is he the bitter winter cold? Pour a winecup over his head, saki, sweet as sugar.
Yesterday at dawn passing by the Beloved said to me, “You are distraught and unaware; how long will this go on?
Again in sleep that root of wakefulness gave me the opium of wild commotion and set me reeling.
I grant that your prince has gold by the ton; but how happens it that the gold-rich man obtains a cheek like gold?
In this cold and rain the Beloved is sweeter, the Beauty in the bosom, and Love in the brain.
There is a light in the midst of the red hair, transcending eye and imagination and spirit.