صنف کے تحت کتاب
یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Undaunted you are coming from my breast into my sight, chanting a potent spell and confused stories.
Suddenly, having eaten nothing and taken away nothing, I fell from the garden palace and pavilion into the depths of such a well.
O you whose soul had informed my soul of itself, your thought every moment has made an impression on your slave.
That stranger-beloved of mine has returned to the house; today gaze about and behold strange forms!
Every day is festival and Friday for the poor; has not yesterday’s Friday become an ancient festival?
O formless Beloved of the pure form-fashioner, O you who have given the cup full of tumult to the lovers,
The dissolutes are all assembled in the Magian monastery; give one bumper to that unique elder.
This midnight who has come like moonshine? It is the messenger of love, coming from the prayer-niche.
As it is late and raining, to home, to home! Welcome, all friends, to home, to home!