by Athar Mudasir
Oh, martyr, how blessed is your mother and land to give birth to a noblemen
The people call you mad as they never plucked their masks
Indeed you belong to a great character and ranked among noblemen
They defame you and illegitimate your legacy by conspiracy and propaganda
Just have resilience and be just, soon they will see and you will see
Who belongs and what belongs to whom.
They may have outcasted you but have no compromise before defilers and despicable men
They are always engaged in their pitty lust and gossips which never end.
Transgressing, violent and sinful is their fate and accord.
Don't be displeased with their wealth and children and mockery
Soon they will be held.
Oh, martyr, you have been chosen and placed on higher ranks.
Oh, martyr, how blessed is your mother and land to give birth to a noblemen
The people call you mad as they never plucked their masks
Indeed you belong to a great character and ranked among noblemen
They defame you and illegitimate your legacy by conspiracy and propaganda
Just have resilience and be just, soon they will see and you will see
Who belongs and what belongs to whom.
They may have outcasted you but have no compromise before defilers and despicable men
They are always engaged in their pitty lust and gossips which never end.
Transgressing, violent and sinful is their fate and accord.
Don't be displeased with their wealth and children and mockery
Soon they will be held.
Oh, martyr, you have been chosen and placed on higher ranks.
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