My book of deeds is given to my hand, How can I hide it all clearly, My body aches when I read it, Shame Mawlam on Judgment Day.
My Lord questions these are always mine, My feet speak, my witness hands, I cannot look at my Lord, my eyes run away, Shame Mawlam on Judgment Day.
The scolding slap the slap immediately, My mold trembles and my breath burns My sins are revealed one by one, Shame Mawlam on Judgment Day.
I forgot I guess God shows Everything is known before the Lord, It is not hidden, it comes out Shame Mawlam on Judgment Day.
Let my sin be kept secret, There are so many secret secrets to remain in my past, But let it be valid without hypocrisy, Shame Mawlam on Judgment Day.
He will tell me who you did it for The prayers I performed out of heedlessness are in vain, As soon as the devil escaped, Shame Mawlam on Judgment Day.
There are no deeds I have hoped for, I have a lot of work without violation of the rial, My Lord’s scolding is abundant, Shame Mawlam on Judgment Day.
My Lord makes me feel ashamed, My sweat smells my body, My hands fall like dry branches Shame Mawlam on Judgment Day.
01.03.2020 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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