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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
We are living by the light of Majesty, we are strangers and exceeding familiar.
O world of water and clay, since I knew you I have known a myriad tribulations and pains.
Since my sun and star arose higher than form, I am happier to go from realities into realities.
Give me that last night’s wine, for I am intoxicated by your potion; H. ¯atim of the world, give into my hand a huge cup.
I am that lover of your love who have no occupation but this, for I have nothing but disapproval for him who is not a lover.
If I am hand-clapping, I belong not to the clappers; I am neither of this nor of that, I am of that mighty city.
There is a passion in my head that I have no inclination for mankind, this passion makes me so that I am unaware of myself.