Wherever I go, I see sadness,
Could I buy happiness?
I have riches,
For giety, who can reaches?
The good soul inspires body,
The bad soul make it muddy.
What a pity!
People forget duty.
Charity begins at home,
Goodness isn't foam.
Allah! ! You are merciful
support who are peaciful.
Allah! ! we need you to inspire,
To escape from evilness and fire.
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