Loveless life is roofless- a love many pain
Your love gifts are glories of all heavens
Agony may be expected was unknown to me
Ease of pain is the desire of harmony
Sharp eye as hood, the wave causes by foamy sea
Soil makes love with green grass and tree
Noble sun sings-The banks of Indus are cultivates.
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