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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
I went to the master’s street and said, “Where is the master?” They said, “The master is a lover and is drunk and wandering from street to street.”
I am not satiated, not satiated with your laughing lips; a thousand blessings on your lips and teeth!
The light of my heart is your lovely face, my wings and pinions your gentleness;
Come, beat the drum of fidelity, for your hour has come; give wine red as the Judas flowers, for your Judas tree has blossomed.
Saki of the moonface, circulate the cup, deliver me out of shame and name.
There are a few dissolutes this side, hidden in the shade of the heart, and yonder sun shines from the roof of the heart upon their souls;
Lovers, lovers, I am mad; where is the chain? Chain-rattler of the soul, your clamor fills the world.
Happy-cheeked saki of mine, give the cup like pomegranate blossom; if for my sake you will not give for the sake of the heart of the Beloved.
I am seeing a moon outside the eye in the eye, which neither eye has seen nor ear heard of.