Never will I say rough rock is smooth mirror
I am being wholly sought after by admirers utter
Never will I say in my letters of my whereabouts
Dead faith is buried by the mortal world
Never will I again say the word faith in any way
He who bows his head down before evil
Never will I say he is a brave
You shall know it yourself when the spring arrives
What is the matter never will I say
Stars you pluck from the sky to bring to me
Skill I say it would be
Khuda is that that is eternally left
Mortal is Mortal not khuda eternal will I say
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