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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Sweetly parading you go—my soul of soul, go not without me; life of your friends, enter not the garden without me.
Last night in sleep I dreamed—yet what sleep is there for lovers?—that I was searching inside the Kaaba for where a prayer-niche might be.
Happy the moment when we, you and I, sit in the palace, with two forms and two figures but with one soul, you and I.
You who have made the lovers’ whole baggage a wager, do not shed the blood of these lovers, and do not depart.
Sit with your comrades, do not go to sleep; do not go to the bottom of the sea like a fish.