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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ مفاعیلن مفاعیلن مفاعیلن مفاعیلن (هزج مثمن سالم) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Again in sleep that root of wakefulness gave me the opium of wild commotion and set me reeling.
Consorts of the Moon are your two Mars, which are those two eyes of yours, Darling; with that H¯ar¯ut and M¯ar¯ut of yours draw the litigious ones to Babylon.
I saw a tree and a fire. A call came, “My darling!” That fire is calling me; am I Moses son of ‘Imr¯an?
I circumambulate with the pilgrims, I circle around the Beloved; I have not the character of dogs, I do not go around carrion.
I am not that luckless lover, to flee from the Beloved; I do not hold that dagger in my hand to flee from battle.
When the thunder and lightning laugh, I recite paeans of praise, I am full of light as the clear sky, I am circling around the moon.