by athar mudasir
Oh, people of the castle,
why are you vigorously for battles
spreading corruption in the fate of cattle
The world is fetched with riddles and transgression
It leads men only towards oppression
It was the decree before ye
To give the birth to a child without a father
A miracle a sign for all and yet ye doubt
It was the birth of Son of Marry
The light bearer and truthful
The holder of Book
May peace and blessings be upon him.
Oh, people of the castle,
why are you vigorously for battles
spreading corruption in the fate of cattle
The world is fetched with riddles and transgression
It leads men only towards oppression
It was the decree before ye
To give the birth to a child without a father
A miracle a sign for all and yet ye doubt
It was the birth of Son of Marry
The light bearer and truthful
The holder of Book
May peace and blessings be upon him.
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