I'm decorated in tears, eyes are covered
I am made to be worshiped
The scales of harsh and silk, and the flower stars of silver
Then the ointment is rained, the fragrance is sown
The way Tutta Mina is taught something
It is taught in this way, taught
When taking a look, repeats the recurrence
Then I need to be raised on my hands
The heart is empty from swollen, eyes are not the same
To say, in every single hurry, I read it
Goodness is dominated by wickedness, is more fraud than truth
I'm just laughing, crying again
It claims to be faithful to me, I agree with the law
Anyway, I crave it, I'm so upset
I do not have the burden on how long I do not smoke
Still, I live alone, I do not have any oppression
(Maulana Maqsood-ul-Qadri)
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