Dilwar and Sicdar two different persons
In the court they become one, and it is me
Should I cry or should I laugh? Truth I see
Imbrued, you need not do a crime, my
Popularity is enough, Jealousy, they worship
Madness is their deity; divine words are now molten lead,
No sound enters the ears, Promotion is life; life is debauchery,
Sorry, preaching is a crime here; they can gang up and in one
Fine morning you see I am hanged up.
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