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یہ صفحہ صرف وزنِ فعلات فاعلاتن فعلات فاعلاتن (رمل مثمن مشکول) میں آنے والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
Go forth, my comrades, draw along our beloved, at last bring to me the fugitive idol;
A garden—may its roses bloom till resurrection-day; an idol—may the two worlds be scattered over its beauty!
Ho, lovers, labour so that, when body and soul remain no more, your hearts may fly to heaven, not remain heavy like the body.
There is a passion in my head that I have no inclination for mankind, this passion makes me so that I am unaware of myself.
The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart; the secret thoughts he harbored against me I also perceived.
Beautiful one, by your roguish eye, signal with your eye; for one moment repair with a glance this your ruin.
Tidings are newly arrived—do you perhaps have no news of it? The envious heart has turned to blood; perhaps you have no heart.
Ho, watchman of the dwelling, what sort of watchman are you? For the night-thief secretly carries off all our baggage.
O idol, you are so subtle that you enter into our soul; O idol, by the right of your grace, pray enter amongst us.
You have the attribute of God; when you enter any breast, you display from that breast the glow of Mount Sinai.
My idol scolds, saying, “Why have you fallen in the middle of the road?” Idol, why should I not fall from such a wine as you have given me?