My sun rises from the
east and the west
Endless is the light
through each test
Dhul Jinnah what do I
have of my own without you
Establish thy kingdom;
my cave is under your shoe
Disappearing is I in
your hadoor
Save us, what do we
give but the hands that rise toward you?
A faqir from birth,
searching for your love with a beggar bowl
Yaqin is a dress that
we are still naked from
You hold the keys, be
and it will be
Intending to see your
face when closing the eyes
Desperate are these
tears to be wiped by your blessed hands
Intercede on behalf of the weak
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