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یہ صفحہ صرف صنفِ غزل کے تحت آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Mind you do not slip, for the road behind and ahead is wet with blood; man-robbers are nowadays more numerous than gold-robbers.
Has perchance this instant the tip of that tress become scattered? For such a Tartar musk has become amber-diffusing.
He said, “Who is at the door?” I said, “Your humble slave.” He said, “What is your business?” I said, “Lord, to greet you.”
Show your face, for the orchard and rosegarden are my desire; open your lips, for abundant sugar is my desire.
Though from left and right there is useless criticism and vilification, that man who has lost his heart turns not away from Love.
My soul, spiritual beauty is passing fair and glorious, yet your own beauty and loveliness is something beside.
That spirit which wears not true love as a garment is better not to have been; its being is nothing but a disgrace.