Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai Poetry
This art of butchery, Beloved, whence did you attain?
Grasp the sharp knife, not the blunt one, if I must be slain!
Behold my wounds, my pain; You've rent my flesh so brutally!
Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai
اكرُ پڑهُ الِفُ جو، وَرِقَ سَبٍ وِسار اندر تون أجار، پنا پڙهندين كيتراء Read Letter A (Alif), forget all other Pages, Cleanse your heart, how long can you read pages after pages? شاه عبداللطیف Shah Abdul Latief
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