Brightness in my power, in fire, in shirts
In the sunrise, the sunrise in the moon, in the sun, in the sun
In the clouds of heaven, the stars are stuck in the sky
In the Pacific Ocean, in the opening edge
Shariah is a poor person
I mean my heart is in the queen
The one who sleeps in sleep is sleeping
In shades, in flowers, in animals, in stone, in stars
I have sprouted
In the fireworks of the fire in the fire
No reward for the Hereafter
They are merchants, I have seen profits
It does not matter if it is a matter of money
What kind of heart or secret is the secret of the Lord in the cross
I am quiet in the Sun-e-Iqbal's Sun-e-Iqbal
Where should I force the requirements?