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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Go forth, my comrades, draw along our beloved, at last bring to me the fugitive idol;
A garden—may its roses bloom till resurrection-day; an idol—may the two worlds be scattered over its beauty!
When you display that rosy cheek, you set the stones aspinning for joy.
The heart is like a grain of corn, we are like a mill; how does the mill know why this turning?
Here someone is hidden; suppose not that you are alone. She has very sharp ears; do not open your tongue to evil.
Bring into motion your amber-scattering tress; bring into dancing the souls of the Sufis.