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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
That moon has returned, whose like the sky never saw even in dreams; he has brought a fire which no water can extinguish.
You who possess not Love, it is lawful to you—sleep on; be gone, for Love and Love’s sorrow is our portion—sleep on.
Since midnight sickness has manifested itself in that Master; till daybreak he has been beating his head uncontrollably against our wall.
I have come so that, tugging your ear, I may draw you to me, unheart and unself you, plant you in my heart and soul.
Come, come, for the rosebower has blossomed; come, come, for the beloved has arrived.
This house wherein continually rings the sound of the bellstaff—ask of the master what house this house is.
Come, for today is for us a day of festival; henceforward joy and pleasure are on the increase.