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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Joyous spring has arrived and the Beloved’s message has come; we are drunk with love and intoxicated and cannot be still.
Do not slacken the bowstring, for I am your four-feathered arrow; do not turn your face away, for I am a man with one heart, not two-headed.
He said, “My sugar-sweet lip is worth a treasure of pearls.” “Ah, I have no pearls.” He said, “You have not? Then buy!
God has written around the cheek of the Beloved the inscription Therefore take heed of him, you who have eyes.
Look not for happiness when the Beauty’s inclination is set on sorrow, for you are prey in the clutches of a lion, my dear friend.
If a tree could move on foot or wing, it would not suffer the pain of the saw or the blows of the axe;
Look on me, for I shall be your companion in the grave on that night when you pass across from shop and house.
My bowl has broken, and no wine has remained to me, and I am crop-sick; let Shams-e Din set in order my disordered estate—
Minstrel of the lovers, shake the string, strike fire into believer and infidel!
Who has compassion on a friend? A friend likewise. Who hears the sigh of the sick? The sick.