Poetry by Ahmed Makhdoom
Years will come and, years will go,
Decades will come and, decades will go,
Millenniums will come and, millenniums will go,
Mortals will come and, mortals will go,
My Sindhrree will go on forever and forever!
My motherland will glitter forever and forever!
Today, an old year has left us and a new year is born,
And, I pray to Great Lord, Beloved, Master of my soul;
But, wait! Me, a tiny drop; Thee, Vast Ocean Supreme!
Tiny I am, qualified I am not; Sinner I am, impure I feel;
My murshid is most qualified – my teacher, my guide;
Lord! Me, a wretched being, Bhittai is Thy friend indeed!
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