My neighbour friend breathing his last What should I do, O god ! Aghast He is to leave, now can't remain, Companions ready catch the train. What souls I do, O god! Aghast!
On every side decamping talk, at every place are shrieks in stock What Should i do, O God! Aghast!
Flare up flames in herat to height, For, visible is not charming sight, What should I do, O God! Aghast!
Without His love, Bullah in loss, Can Hardly dwell here or across What should I do, O God! Aghast!
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