With honour if we have to breathe
we should remain upto the teeth
Even if a sword pierces not
keep that shine covered in sheath
who is the foe is known to none
that having wear is underneath
weak may not enjoy the green
with poisonous being there in heath
even when Iclaim not love
how if living making them seethe
one having heard not kind word
for what to receive with a wreath
with gaiety Mir to make of
people say is the day of Eid.
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