صنف کے تحت کتاب
یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Where are you, martyrs divine, affliction-seekers of the plain of Karbala?
Out of drunkenness and dissolution I have become such that I do not know earth from water.
When you are aiming at brotherhood, first of all you must wash your face;
The assembly is like a lamp, and you are like water; the lamp is ruined by water.
Union with you is the source of happiness, for those are but forms and this is reality.