Oh! You’ve fallen in a crack,
Forced to flee, left broken;
Lost a battle and ready to quit,
A disaster had consorted with you;
Wish you’d swung from trees,
Worse is left for you!
With its vibrant warmth it covers,
Strongly control the galaxies;
The sun Never says’ ’I quit’’,
The earth that grips the fallen heroes
Never claims such bravery,
Nor the seas that pulls
The waves deep down!
Ah, He lost his wealth and
Destroyed, beneath the cores
He is spinning;
Qarun was ungrateful!
This is a gentle booming
Voice from me; for all the suffered
Souls, to only the ears that hear.

When a dust rises when in dark,
Can you see it on the hills?
Of this world’s drama which we live,
Just tolerated and I’m living on the edge,
They have returned up to the heaven,
Just to Allah.
Ever since then my smile was partial,
And my heart breaks for the scratched flowers,
Monsters around them were taking them down,
Felt the soreness deep in their souls,
With one fight based against my Islam.
This heart of mine is blowing up.
Sadness rustling through blood,
And awakens my veins to collide,
In a bigger voice I can just say,
No human can define who you were,
No pen can write what you've been on,
I can smell the victory’s coming,
The world is too heavy stone,
All from inland to the oceans,
We will judge every one of them,
Together we will stand to Allah’s,
Asking for forgiveness and,
Eternal paradise’s top for you.