Firstly all praise to Allah, who is the owner of everything,
Whoever remembers His name is never a loser in any field.

Pour the rain of mercy, O Allah! turn the shriveled garden green,
Make the plant my hopes and longings full of fruit.––

Listen from the wood of the flute the pain of separation from the tree,
All are in the this same situation, Muhammad, what to say of the men.

Saif-ul-Malook | Mian Muhammad Baksh

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