One by one there is a shattering faith here
O dead heart, Allah is the Guardian here
How can I leave the streets of the city
Heart here, soul here, body here, life here
Who do I ask where he lives without seal?
Heart impatient, don't know life here
What is the standard of authenticity of this city?
Idols also carry the Qur'an in their hands here
When broken, it gets the title of heart
If there is chalk, the collar is here
Now these people will build a new world
You have seen those who are headless here
And there will be those who are drowned by the storm
If we drown, many storms will come here
Saif: What a wonderful time
The gatekeepers are sitting on the peacock throne here
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