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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
You who are my soul’s repose in the time of pain, you who are my spirit’s treasure in the bitterness of poverty,
Again the violet bent double has arrived beside the lily, again the ruby-clad rose is tearing her gown to shreds;
If you are Love’s lover and in quest of Love, take a sharp dagger and cut the throat of bashfulness.
You have seized me by the ear—whither are you drawing me? Declare what is in your heart, and what your purpose is.
If you do not know Love, question the nights, ask of the pale cheek and the dryness of the lips.
Our desert has no bounds, our hearts and souls know no rest.
A hundred drums are being beaten within our hearts, the roar of which we shall hear tomorrow.
Hark, for I am at the door! Open the door; to bar the door is not the sign of good pleasure.