Heat of the day
The heat of the day and the wind slapped
Us, our body fallen, the breeze sped
Under the bower, the bubul, oriol
And the honey-bird flit among high bought
Fill their beaks with silken down
And slender banyan twigs
They began to twitter blithely
A cool breeze like a river mouth flied
Who is he? Know you our desire lamped
The beauty of musk-roses, their tongues serenaded
He is the Muhammad (pbuh)
Freezing their seraphic smile flapped
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