آڈیوز
یہ صفحہ صرف صداکار علی اسلامی مذهب کی دستیاب آڈیوز دکھاتا ہے۔
صداکار علی اسلامی مذهب کی آڈیوز میں رومی کی کتاب دیوان شمس
The king has come, the king has come; adorn the palace-hall; cut your forearms in honour of the fair one of Canaan.
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.
Lord, would that I knew what is the desire of my Beloved; He has barred my road of escape, robbed me of my heart and my repose.
Since you deserted me death is for me joy and ease; without you, death has become for me like honey and milk.
All have eaten and fallen asleep, and the house has become empty; it is time for us to saunter forth to the garden,
Wherever you set your foot, my darling, tulip and violet and jasmine spring up.
When laughter leaps forth from me, I keep laughter hidden from him; I make a sour face at him; I shout and scream at him.
Whatever comes of the world’s affairs, how does that affect your business? If the two worlds have become an idol-temple, where is that roguish idol of yours?
Do not fling stones at the factory of glassmaking, do not strike anew the wounded heart of the broken-hearted.