The light is heading to its resting state
Calling and shouting The pious heart
The little water is still adequate
If truly you want to quench your thirst
Just stop all the boondoggles
And start fetching the falling hails
Before the advent of the atom star
That put end to the landing sky
Let make moist to the Dead tree
That fruit and ripe every sacred day
Let pick up the falling fruits
It can suffice the yelling stomach
Don't let it close, the two leaps,
That split out the Sugary water.
Don't let it stop, the flowing water
That leads to the mature tree
The time of the zikir has not gone
Let make use of the remaining time
Forget not your suratul khaf
That will protect you till the next high
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