My thoughts from Faizpur.
I have put it in the month of Ramadan.
I love it.
It is a mystery of my life.
My lord is in the Ka'bah-ul-Qadri.
My months range from month to month.
My blood is heated by the color where it is.
The words in my Hadith love are wrong. Thinking of profit.
My heart is a sharp heart.
The place remains closed.In your own words.
The color of your knees was filled in the heat.
How much is this honey given to the skins of the Khak.
I am so angry with you. O my God!
What did you do this?/Have ruined me.
I was a secret. In the universe