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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
I said to my heart, “Why are you thus? How long will you consort with love?”
Bird of heart, fly not save in the air of selflessness; candle of soul, shine not save in the palace of selflessness.
You who let a garden go for the sake of a small fig, let slip the houri for the sake of an unworthy crone.
Proclaim, O crier, at the head of every market, “Have you seen, Moslems, a runaway slave?
“Ah, from those lightning-casting, sweet, mischievous cheeks! A thunderbolt from its lightning has fallen on the soul of every helpless one!”
Soul of a hundred rose gardens, you have vanished from jasmine; soul of the soul of my soul, why have you vanished from me?
What a joyous pleasure it will be, what a charming spectacle, when such a part returns to the source of the source!