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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
My drunkenness of today is not like yesterday’s drunkenness; do you not believe me? Take a glass, and drink!
When union with the Beloved showed itself to Mans.¯ur, it was right that the gallows should bring him to the heart’s Origin.
They say, “The king of love is not faithful.” Lies! They say, “Your night will never have a dawn.” Lies!
We two or three gay reprobates have gathered together on this side like camels, face to face, muzzles plunged in the provender.
I have no need of wine, I am indifferent to lees and pure liquor; I thirst for my own blood, the time of battle has come.
Look at that false prince with his little horse and little saddle, knavish and scoundrelly, his head bound in cloth of gold;