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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
O spiritual form, why are you fleeing from us? You are after all of the house, you know the state of this servant.
The physician of the soul brought a tray as a present; if you are a doting old man you will become fair and youthful.
My soul, why do you tarry so long in the land of exile? Return from this exile; how long will you be dispersed?
Become of one hue with the community, that you may feel spiritual delight; enter the street of the tavern, that you may behold the dregs-drinkers.
You imprisoned in air nine spheres of emerald till you brought into orbit a form of earth.