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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ مستفعلن مستفعلن مستفعلن مستفعلن (رجز مثمن سالم) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
The springtide of lovers has come, that this dust bowl may become a garden; the proclamation of heaven has come, that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.
A sour-faced one has come—perchance is he the bitter winter cold? Pour a winecup over his head, saki, sweet as sugar.
This time I am wholly involved in loverhood, this time I am wholly cut off from well-being.
Yesterday my darling placed a golden crown on my head; however many blows you may strike, it will not fall from my head.
Stealthily as the soul, you are going in the midst of my soul; O luster of my garden, you are my gracefully moving cypress.
Lovers, lovers, it is time to migrate from the world; the drum of departure is reaching my spirit’s ear from heaven.