Master I beseech give me a glimpse of my land.
Thy eyes can’t bear propensities of men and their whinges
I fear, your bounded here, vacuous soul
Your bound’s transitory, but I will make you see,
Good soul, is this what you need?
You are definitely the Most High.
You prayed for this, this soul to connect
See, the ‘dark’ face, behind this masquerade
Now I cognise: The Almighty.
Why can’t people pensive?
Your everlasting eternal sovereignity.
This brethren, you lied, for: to your umblicus
Most Merciful, I yearn, thy refuge, I was vacuous.
My son, your left book is a blank paper
All Praise, be on Thee, most Gracious
The Most Generous.
The mishap and tyranny,
The hypocrites being worshipped
And truthful being deceived.
Oh My dear, they Willed, against themselves,
the will for all mortals are free
Still forgetting, thy shall returneth to Thee
For their peccadillos, We forgive
They persistent obstinately in wicked supreme
They turned on themselves,
Disbelieving the heralds We sent
They forgot, about their resurrection,
And their penalty still to be paid,
A penitentiary for them is prepared
And their skin to be burnt in fire, Supreme.
Pictures abhi bake h mere dost.
(The story continues).
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