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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ مفاعیلن مفاعیلن فعولن (هزج مسدس محذوف یا وزن دوبیتی) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
A call came to the soul from the sphere of the Pleiades: “Come up, do not sit below like the dregs.”
Whither would you fly from my clutch? Who knows how to rend the net of omnipotence?
See how every particle of the world is passing by, see how everyone has arrived from a journey;
Once more our [crescent] moon has reaped a harvest, and we have paraded forth despite the foe.
From these depths depart towards heaven; may your soul be happy, journey joyfully.
Saki of the moonface, circulate the cup, deliver me out of shame and name.
As it is late and raining, to home, to home! Welcome, all friends, to home, to home!