Natives Blind, and few clueless tonight
Who left the town in ****** mess tonight?

Cakes of Flesh scattered—scarlet coloured
And gory shroud—my town’s dress tonight

Turn off the lights—your worship is enough
Dear Angels! She is my holy stress tonight

To tiresome tongues of people—who ask
Let me tell them—I won’t confess tonight

Wavyllah—Zainab—Abbas has left the tent
On bank of furaat—he is armless tonight

Stripping the truth—this love is an illusion
She has left open—her vastness tonight