O mother O mother, who do I tell, this pain of separation

O mother O mother, who do I tell, this pain of separation

Bread of sadness, sauce of spikes,
Make a fire of laments

O mother O mother, who do I tell, this pain of separation

Wandered jungles and deserts,
But not found the ruby

O mother O mother, who do I tell, this pain of separation

My Master’s fire smolders,
If I poke, its red hot

O mother O mother, who do I tell, this pain of separation

Says Hussain the poor faqeer,
Meeting God would be ecstasy

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