O the sincere slaves of God! Why do you think this hypocrite writes this ode? He too wishes to raise his hand from the crowd…
Pain, Envy and Pride : The web of love
They say everything is fair in love and war
Who gets what and where, this is from justice far
Why Lovers pretend silence?
A single drop of Kawthar may I beg you in return
On the dreadful day sun will close to my head burn
Let my heart drown in the flood of his love
So that-
I sail with smile when after death I am made alive
Now what about will you write?
In the past,
Your pen was sharpened with pain of solitude-
Now with Affinity,
What will inspire your boat’s ride with such a tide?
30 Days, Hundred times
They have sent a hundred blessings and peace / The Cool Breeze has increased from Hind to Hijaz