Palastine Martyr's Prize
A martyr flew through holy throne
Alighted to bowl of prophet water
Sipped and quaffed the holy juice
Almighty Lord picked him from many others
Gates were opened one by one
Greeted him angels all of them
He didn't hesitate on the path
This is how Allah lovers' end
Overshadows beneath the Most Merciful's Throne
Walks with his houris through rivers of heaven
That houri if one descends to earth
Eyes will be blind by her light
If her ankle a little bit shown
Will pass away all daemon and mankind
Every houri every time virgin
Deserved by this world's orphan and bizarre
Left with thirst and hunger to streets
Valueless & oppressed at everybody's eyes
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