by Athar Mudasir
Oh mankind why thy rage in rush,
when Rivers Gush.
Have thou forgeth thy creation
formed with clinging substance.
why been depressed and anxious
when setting forth against the encroach.
what made thy viceroy, yet being so weak and delicate
It is thy grace of knowledge, which thou taught by the virtue of pen
Oh men hold thy appetite, the sun will set, darkness will vanish
Moon will be on its grace, splending its veil.
holding those who hold thy rope.
yet thou transgress; has pride blinds thy sight.
Come forth with thy henchmen,
If thy doesn't desist thy surely will be held with forelock.
A lying, sinning forelock with the decree of fire as eternal abide.
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