Even if i never reach your lofty abode, O Kabir
But, watch that my dust along that road shall surely be
Even if i am unable to ever embrace you, O Bulleh
Around your tomb my ashes will scattered surely be
Rumi's tongue is incomparable, readily i agree
My speech too shall give some joy - that will surely be
Ghalib and Mir and Faiz and Dard are all tall trees of verse
In the name of Sifar too, a branch shall surely be
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