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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلن (رمل مثمن مخبون محذوف) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Last night I saw that the angels beat the door of the tavern, The clay of Adam, they shaped and into the mould, they cast.
Of coins, is it that they examination take So that, after their own work, all the cloister-holders take?
If again passing, the bird of fortune shall make. Again the Beloved shall come; and contentment with union shall make.
One day, when recollection of us thy musky reed maketh, It will take reward: Two hundred slaves that free, it maketh_
Astonished at our glance-playing, those void of vision are: As I appeared so I am; the rest, they know.