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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ مفاعیلن مفاعیلن فعولن (هزج مسدس محذوف یا وزن دوبیتی) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
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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.
O Muslims (kind of heart) ! once a heart, mine was. Whereto I used to utter (revelations) if a difficulty was.
Ho ! O parrot (murshid) ! thou that art the utterer of the mysteries (of God) Void of sugar (of the mysteries of God), thy beak (mouth), be not.
Tis the night of power; and closed is the book of separation : On that night, is safety to the rising of separation.
O happy ! Shiraz, and its peerless site : O Lord ! it from decline, preserve.
From me, tranquillity, power, and sense took, The idol of stony heart, of silvern lobe (of ear).
Through my short (feeble) arm, beneath grief's load, am I : For, of those of lofty stature ashamed, am I.
If, with the sword (of tyranny), He (the true Beloved) slay me, His hand, I seize not : If, upon me, this arrow He strike, obliged I am.
With the point of Thy arrow-glance, at my heart, strike not ; For, before Thy sick (languishing) eye, I die.
(O true Beloved!) for God's sake, with khirka-wearers (hypocrites), little sit ; From resourceless profligates (inwardly pure and clean) Thy face, conceal not.
Like the rose, momently, by thy fragrance, the garment of my body, Rent, I make from collar to skirt.
Union with the Beloved than everlasting life, better; O Lord ! me that (union) give ; for that (is) best.
In the early morn, when intoxicated with the night's wine, The cup, I took, with the harp and the flute.
His lip, I kiss ; and down drink its wine ; To the water of life I have taken my foot.
By her two tresses, Salma bound my heart ; Yet, every day, my soul crieth to me : "Come and die ! "
(O beloved ! ) come ; towards us this hatred exercise not ; For the light of ancient society, thou hast.
Since my Sulaima went to 'Irak. Through love for her, I meet with what I meet with, (the pain of separation).
The salutation of God as long as nights recur (till the judgment day) ; And as long as the lutes of two, or three, strings respond (to each other ; or to the singer)
In the morning time, a way-farer, on the confines of a land, Kept saying this enigma to a companion :
