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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ مفاعیلن مفاعیلن فعولن (هزج مسدس محذوف یا وزن دوبیتی) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
The curve of Thy tress is the snare of infidelity and of Faith: This matter is a little from His work-shop.
My heart, in desire of the face of Farrukh, Is in confusion like the hair of Farrukh.
The sun of every vision, Thy beauty be More beautiful than the beauty, Thy beautiful face be.
In the morning, the nightingale told a tale to the east wind, Saying: for us what love for the face of the rose made.
My heart from me, He took; concealed from me, His face, Lie made: For God’s sake! with whom can this sport be made?
Happy came the rose; and more happy than that aught is not. For, in thy hand, save the cup aught is not.