Dreams an' desires all we have
That have dwelt and grown on our souls
Nothing these two are—when destinies
Divulge themselves before our very eyes,
We weep and wander no more, we
Whimper and wince no more, see we
Need nothing an' we do not have
Choice, we put the consoling goals—
Ooze through heaven an' hell, it is
A new world, full of triumph an' cries
All that we have been praying
An' beseeching for centuries
Is but to fulfil our duties as children.
Habeebty, you have to work your fingers
To the bone, an' work around the clock,
Keep your fingers crossed for pa,
May Almighty protect an' guide you.
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