Someday I wore some graves, They have returned to the earth to the true qibla, I asked if there was any escape from here He said there is no cure other than things.
The grave has been voiced, I have no mercy, I am not aware of young and old, I said what does the world do, I am the mansion, said the passengers apart.
I visited the decorated grave in one day, There is no wealth left, turned to the poor, I said if I gave a bribe to the münker nekir, He said it would not help, except for prayer.
Many of them have been my guests, Graves are also full of gold every day, Why are people so afraid of me? A person who does not understand is other than a parent.
Why doesn’t he see me and prepare, They will come tomorrow don’t understand this I said your cold face can’t stay alive He said there was no way out of the mad.
I talked to the grave all day long, The day is full of people from the cemetery, A few believers came and we buried him, There were no people apart from the sea at night.
I was so scared of staying the night, God do not let him remember him, I said the grave is you, the only true homeland, People are deceived, apart from parents.
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