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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
By God, I have no inclination towards either fat or sweet, nor for the purse full of gold, neither for the golden cup.
Beautiful one, by your roguish eye, signal with your eye; for one moment repair with a glance this your ruin.
Since you deserted me death is for me joy and ease; without you, death has become for me like honey and milk.
All have eaten and fallen asleep, and the house has become empty; it is time for us to saunter forth to the garden,
Wherever you set your foot, my darling, tulip and violet and jasmine spring up.
Hear the wordless subtleties, and understand what catches not the understanding.
Last night I saw Poverty in a dream, I became beside myself from its beauty.
Though long enough I have sat in fire up to my neck, now I am up to my neck in the water of union with the Beloved.