Stop me not from committing sins,
The sin is a reality for when it is realized,
From the glow of its perception,
The lights of contrition and piety sprout,
Discernment between moral and immoral springs,
Then the bright hands of luminosity,
Lacerates the heart of darkness.
Written by Ronaq Hayat
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
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