Cross the bench with fear If he always worries and slips, If my Lord does not forgive, he will suffer wrath, How will it be my state? That day is in turn.
I say I am perished, always wasted labor, Look what I was worried about, The mind starts to tempt, How will it be my state? That day is in turn.
One foot slips and then somebody slips, They fall upside down and pull me Iron hooks burn the body, How will it be my state? That day is in turn.
The servant of my hell-gadapted Lord, It pulls me and burns my soul to Pomegranate, I fly towards the fire How will it be my state? That day is in turn.
I say I was destroyed, I cry out, As soon as I cry, I will cry, I wish grace come from my Lord, How will it be my state? That day is in turn.
Thought covers fire everywhere, In my heart longing and regret arises, The sentence starts dhikr prayers in the servant, How will it be my state? That day is in turn.
I arrived in Pomegranate face with sheep, I say my whole body will swell and burn My Lord says to Nar - Are you full, How will it be my state? That day is in turn.
Hell gives sound, is there any more? Mawlam says that-Is there a place for Him? Say hüdayi, my Lord, Hell is Pomegranate, How will it be my state? That day is in turn.
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