Nothing to disturb,
No foul play,
Nothing to worry,
No one will stay.
Of course, piety is there,
In the area of
All auspicious and freed.
Give and take,
All - there
With no lamentation.
Within the clutches
Of the enemy
I am secured for
Love and for truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem