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- About Zeb-Un-Nissa
- About Ghazals
- The Diwan
- I. Nothing without your love
- II. You’ve created everything
- III. The holy one’s fragrance
- IV. A pang of rapture
- V. This is the path of love
- VI. My heart is looted
- VII. Like rain-fed rivers
- VIII. Beauty flows to
- IX. You who serve the wine
- X. I don’t ask Heaven
- XI. It’s spring!
- XII. I used to have many
- XIII. Why bother to argue
- XIV. Foolish heart
- XV. My sighs have fanned
- XVI. I’m indentured to Love
- XVII. The wine of my delight
- XVIII. Tyrannical Love
- XIX. Desolate one
- XX. If our generals
- XXI. My path never led
- XXII. Tears water my garden
- XXIII. Everyone scorns me
- XXIV. My heart is burning
- XXV. In the springtime garden
- XXVI. Love, what are you?
- XXVII. I have no need for wine
- XXVIII. I’ve struggled long
- XXIX. My impatient hands
- XXX. This cup contains
- XXXI. My honor’s dust
- XXXII. Hurry, wine-bearer!
- XXXIII. Don’t look at me
- XXXIV. Why should we only
- XXXV. How long will you
- XXXVI. Try reading the riddle
- XXXVII. You unveil your face
- XXXVIII. The nightingale sings
- XXXIX. Moth, this flame
- XL. If the veil fell away
- XLI. Happiness?
- XLII. You who source yourself
- XLIII. Another radiant stain
- XLIV. Like a temple curtain
- XLV. Ease and joy are not
- XLVI. Friends, keep an eye
- XLVII. The roses hear
- XLVIII. Your glance
- XLIX. A single ringlet
- L. The dust that collects
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