Don't gathered the love Baho, and went empty-handed from this world The heart is the bazaar and mouth, the door And chest seems city, ...
Don't gathered the love Baho, and went empty-handed from this world
The heart is the bazaar and mouth, the door And chest seems city, Ho
(Sultan bahoo sufi kalam)
Don't gathered the love Baho, and went empty-handed from this world
The heart is the bazaar and mouth, the door And chest seems city, Ho
Allah Ho, Allah Ho
Allah Ho, Allah Ho
I offer prayers and keep fast, and stay awake at nights
Without faithness, there is no acceptance they have broken their prayers
Tramp is the name of Isolation
I am neither a scholar nor a magistrate nor a mufti nor a judge
My heart will not ask for hell nor will be satisfied with paradise
Allah Ho, Allah Ho, Allah Ho, Allah Ho
The path of the tramp will prevail when he held the beggar bowl in his hands
I have drunken the river of oneness even then the thirst of the heart is not quenched
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