Blow on your flute
– Md. Aminul Ehsan Molla – Light
This style comes rushing forward to my side,
Then how can it be good to do today!
Taking a deep desire to live close to the expectations.
How have you thrown me out of love today!
The body of the body was carried out by the death provision,
Yamdut’s cruel burns creeps the blood of human lives.
Without the messenger, he is in the afternoon,
The water has dried up – the time of the delivery is a little more!
He did not understand that my whole life-comfort of this man
Time did not let the fly fly with the smoker.
All of this type is read and its order is received
Now I’m alone to live without a grave buried!
Today, my companion is in dark nights
See how today’s style is flowing in the sky!
It does not come at night and at the heart of the beloved life
On the Day of Danger, Allah is the only religion of Islam
Arise wake up to this time of the time of the religion Islam is the soul
Do not let the fire to vanish in the final judgment, forget it forever.
Do you love me
The grave of the dark path of your mercy is burning.
I do not want to be your lord,
Blow it up in my soul, your flute.