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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ مستفعلن مستفعلن مستفعلن مستفعلن (رجز مثمن سالم) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
O gardener, gardener, autumn has come, autumn has come; see on branch and leaf the mark, see the mark of heart-anguish.
Enough now from the cry dush—“dismount”—I have remained far from my road; enough from the cry qush—“set off”—I have missed my tent.
Lovers, lovers, whoever sees His face, his reason becomes distraught, his habit confounded.
The glow of the light of daybreak is in your emerald vault, the goblet of the blood of twilight is your blood-measuring bowl.
There are a few dissolutes this side, hidden in the shade of the heart, and yonder sun shines from the roof of the heart upon their souls;
Lovers, lovers, I am mad; where is the chain? Chain-rattler of the soul, your clamor fills the world.
Circumambulating about your moon, the moon and sky and Jupiter, the sun and hooplike sphere come into your sphere—
Beware, Joseph of the fair name, come not on the road without a fellow traveler; break not away from the Jacob of wisdom lest you fall into a well.