The same is born in Rehame / Aur
With the help of continuous time we have a stranger in the ferry
First, sister, brother or sister, brother again, in this way unregulated.
Thus, the best of the unborn creatures coming to the rule of the law of the Great Lord,
The dream of the mother crossed the dream diary,
Alole warmth of genuine welfare,
The brightness of the lamp blossomed in the light of one's heart is beyond sight.
We have grown up with one or two or three days, years or years of age, we are brothers and sisters.
Khelfi debt burden is on the forehead of unknown future.
Father's affection, kindness, food, clothing, and responsibility for getting unwanted heads.
Good health, education, and so on.
We were happy to share the sadness of the cherished garden of the beloved cherished dream
Hashi walk on the feet of Shashab, beyond kaishar
It was a liberal bridge of the times.
But why split tune!
Why brother or sister distance from brother!
Why mother to son, father to son!
No queue to an appetite!
Why this unacceptable dispute!
Why silent night is imperfect, slumber and tormented morning!
Why the unknown of ignorance!
Why do not have to be failed again and again!
Why not respond to the request!
Why so much life in a temporary life!
Why do you suffer from the pain of the sad times!
Why not become emotional!
Why so much antagonism, so much disagreement!
Why the youth in the gobanane drinking youth!
Why is anyone unknowingly strangled!
Why live the life of giant!
Why did neighbors rejoice in the tide?
Bless it!
after some days....
Why the proud arrogance separates each other!
Why the joy of Eid and colorful colors!
Why children do not keep their mother's parents and do not seek the child's father!
How aversion!
What a trick!
What a sad pain!
What a silent tears!
What a shame!
What a difference this is!
How much will hide niayan water flowing stream!
Taking the neck of the great truth!
Enlightenment of the divine truth of this great soul!
How to forget the world is going to be reflected in the memory of its memorable love and love!
It was the same straw that lived in the same day!
Yet this time!
Still lost, it can be torn off, the mood of love for the relationship.
The rest are lots-bigger.
We are going to miss the target, the dead end of the catastrophic delusion!
We are walking in the enclosure of the invisible room on the road.
We are on the slow leg at the head of the great times.
But why is it still divided in the same proportion?