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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ فاعلاتن فاعلاتن فاعلاتن فاعلن (رمل مثمن محذوف) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
I have a bad habit; I am weary; pray excuse me. How shall my habit become seemly without your fair face, my beauty?
Each moment I catch from my bosom the scent of the Beloved; how should I not take my self every night into my bosom?
Reason is the chain of travellers and lovers, my son; break the chain, and the way is plain and clear ahead, my son.
The love of that cherisher of lovers has come to his own house; Love has in form-conceiving a form melting all forms.
Last night I went into the midst of the assembly of my king; I saw my soul in a beaker in the hand of the saki.
O world of water and clay, since I knew you I have known a myriad tribulations and pains.
Since my sun and star arose higher than form, I am happier to go from realities into realities.