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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
I circumambulate with the pilgrims, I circle around the Beloved; I have not the character of dogs, I do not go around carrion.
I am not that luckless lover, to flee from the Beloved; I do not hold that dagger in my hand to flee from battle.
When the thunder and lightning laugh, I recite paeans of praise, I am full of light as the clear sky, I am circling around the moon.
I went to the physician of the soul, I said, “Look at my hand. I am heartlorn and sick at once, both lover and intoxicated.
Not for one single moment do I let hold of you, for you are my whole concern, you are my whole affair.
I am a painter, a picture-maker, every moment I fashion an idol, then before you I melt away all the idols,
I am your disciple, for all that I am stupid and twisted of mouth, so that I may learn one smile from your smiling lip.