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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ مفعول مفاعیلن مفعول مفاعیلن (هزج مثمن اخرب) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Suddenly, having eaten nothing and taken away nothing, I fell from the garden palace and pavilion into the depths of such a well.
O you whose soul had informed my soul of itself, your thought every moment has made an impression on your slave.
That stranger-beloved of mine has returned to the house; today gaze about and behold strange forms!
Every day is festival and Friday for the poor; has not yesterday’s Friday become an ancient festival?
The physician of the soul brought a tray as a present; if you are a doting old man you will become fair and youthful.
My soul, why do you tarry so long in the land of exile? Return from this exile; how long will you be dispersed?
Become of one hue with the community, that you may feel spiritual delight; enter the street of the tavern, that you may behold the dregs-drinkers.