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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلن (رمل مثمن مخبون محذوف) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Lord, is this sweet scent coming from the meadow of the soul, or is it a breeze wafting from beyond the world?
Tonight is a night of union for the stars and of scattering, scattering, since a bride is coming from the skies, consisting of a full moon.
I am you, you are I, O friend; do not depart from your own breast; do not deem yourself other, do not drive yourself from your own door.
I closed my eyes to creation when I beheld his beauty, I became intoxicated with his beauty and bestowed my soul.
Reason says, “I will beguile him with the tongue”; Love says, “Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul.”
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy.
When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you come to visit me, I will come forth with speed.
The time has come for us to become madmen in your chain, to burst our bonds and become estranged from all;