In my breast, the picture of Kaaba.
In my eyes, Muhammad the Prophet.
O'er my head, the Arsh of God,
Whose song I sing on the path truly trod!
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Is not the Urania of Bharata back?
What's the length of her Transportation?
From the void of the sacred altar
cometh a tearful answer
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I sing of Heroes -
The youth, the revolutionary,
Who armed with a sharp Excalibur
Today go forth in all directions
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He who has seen my Mother
can he hate his brother?
She loves everyone in the three worlds;
her heart cries for all.
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O young lover! Present
Your pain of love to your beloved's heart,
O triumphant! Now conquer the world
With your mind's winning art.
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I am the bard of equality.
At the crossroads I sing,
Where pity and sympathy
Have made us all comrades and brother
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Don't judge me, O Allah, on the Day of Resurrection!
This sinner doesn't want a trial, wants your love and compassion! !
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If I was Daddy and Daddy was Khoka (that's me),
if he didn't finish memorizing the multiplication tables I'd tap him on the head!
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What a fire burns on, O confidante,
What a fire it is!
My eyes are filled with tears, O confidante
What a fire burns in my heart!
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he tide is back in the river but where are you?
The window and door I keep open and wait for you.
Through the opening in the back-berry branches the cuckoo
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