کب تلک چلنا پڑے گا ہمیں تنہا تنہا اب کسی موڑ پہ م…

Friends, don't pick stones in the city of glass.
I am a temple, don't make it a slaughter, friends.
Friends, decorate the house in the courtyard of Maqtal as well.
Friends, make a mess in the silence of the night.
Life has come to be sold in the markets
Give some price for this funeral too friends
Whose jugular vein's blood was like a flower's yawn
Friends, don't tell them the condition of garden now.
Don't walk by stopping in the spreading night.
Friends, decorate the extinguished paths with a cuff.
He must have come thinking something in the gathering of friends
Friends, don't stumble such a crazy person.
The night will be over, the house will be restored.
Friends, tell me a song and a message.
Life is crawling here Casa Buckf
Friends, show him the mirror of time now
Now there is a thought of fresh light even in the blurry.
Drop the wall of the night with a detachment, friends
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They are as far as they are with me
This is another thing, they are happy but also sad.
We have to see who's taste like this.
Here there is wine and glass of poison.
You accuse them of madness.
Those who are coincidentally in the gathering.
Those who come wrapped in the cloth of light
They are also mourning dresses of black night.
You talk about peace and peace in your city
Where there is peace, there are people who are bad.
Faiz-ul-Hasan is the instrument of Ghazal.
There are sighs and lips and obsessed too.
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