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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
In this river the heart is like a ruined waterwheel; in whichever direction it turns, there is water before it;
So long as the form of the Beloved’s image is with us, for us the whole of life is a joyful parade.
Today a new madness has arrived, it has dragged the chains of a thousand hearts;
Which is the road by which I came? I would return, for it likes me not here;
Be gathered together, comrades, for this is not the time to sleep; by Allah, every comrade who sleeps is not of the true companions.
Love resides not in science and learning, scrolls and pages; whatever men chatter about, that way is not the lovers’ way.