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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
What, loverhood and then concern for name and shame? That should not be; Love’s village is stone on stone!
I cried out at midnight, “Who is in this house of the heart?” He said, “It is I, by whose countenance the sun and the moon are put to shame.”
Why does the soul not take wing, when from the presence of Glory the address of grace like sugar comes to the soul saying, “Come up”?