Positioning oneself in the path of the Divine
Lets seekers decipher how to witness the sign
One who comes out, shall as though forever shine
Know these hearts, greatly rewarding is this line

Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqdeer sai pehlay
Khuda banday sai khud poochay bta teri raza kya hai

Raise yourself to such heights so before every destined act
God Himself asks His creation, what is it your desire

Kee Muhammad (S.A.W) sai wafa toonay to hum tairay hain
Ye jahan cheez hai kya loh o kalam tairay hain

If you are loyal to Muhammad (S.A.W) we are yours 
This universe is nothing, the Tablet and the Pen are yours

(Allama Iqbal)

May it be Saadi
Or may it be Sherazi
Mansur or Sachal Sarmast
May it be Rumi or Shams
Rabia Basri or Ganj Bakhsh
Bhatai or Baba Rehman
Ghani Khan or Allama Iqbal
All these God-gifted saints
went by giving the same message
Spreading the same thought
The one and unique
The message of the Truth
Under a million veils lie
Behold,
The one and only
Allah...

Label the worldly desires merely a necessity
Live the purpose, just float above this sin city
Sparks of the coils attract into their electricity
Here lies all sadness, it's nothing a felicity

Forces the other coils into mutual inductance
Draws closer if not expressed reluctance
Easy is to fall down when the body's dense
Dodge hazardous wires and move, hence

Consume the meat of their fashion raw
Sharpen the focus, copy their fierce claw
Effective becomes spreading embodying the law
Judge not others, first clear up your flaw

Scrape the soul into a clothing translucent
Devilish whispers dissolved by 70 percent
Introduce oxygen and begin your ascent
Fumes off such reactions diffuse a smell pleasant

Preserves the body, such that as formaldehyde
When the soulless is buried, just to hide
Acts out instructions in his four day ride
Or at least for the acceptance once had tried

Faith feeds through placenta of the heart
Birth, a destined process, transformation a start!

I wrote a name on the wall but the rain washed it away
I wrote a name on the floor but the maid washed it away
I wrote a name on my book but the eraser erased it away
I wrote a name on my hand but the soap
washed it away
I wrote  a name on the core of my heart because I know it will never get washed away

Hîpmőńčhäņ what a name for a man
Hipmonchan is a long eared man

Hipmonchan looks like a clown but makes the famous icecream of the town.

Hipmonchan also sings very well but every day he fetches water from the nearby well.

Hipmonchan is a detective man his plans are effective as any other detective man .

Hipmonchan gifts a crown on Christmas to every house of his town

Hipmonchan is a well known man
he is perfect as compared to any other man

Hîpmőńčhäņ what a name for a man .

Babe I hope you know
Every silver lining found
Is shaped just like you