My wishes to the sky

How to call to heavenAnd when there is a request for hope

There were demands

With every human being on an equal footing

There is a seeker of mercy

Have mercy on me, my Lord, my money is lost in the air

And another with a sick face begging for healing

And there is a grateful person with no request in his throat except praise

Here I will tell a story

It was said, it was said, from behind

There was a well-off village in which there was happiness and growth

One day a stranger came to them

How did he come?

The human being is not in person

But a devilish soul

Everyone slept and growth disappeared

Poverty came in its guise and drowned growth

Prevented the light

And people remained steadfast for a long time except a little

Their action is the glorification of heaven

And the steadfast ones, with their glorification, repeat and ask heaven

Have mercy on me, my Lord

Growth is gone and those who sleep in their sleep do not feel how the lawyers came struggling and fighting to kill the poverty of growth.

Where is the enemy with his skin and body so that we know where he came from?

Or we kill him and achieve the justice of heaven.

The supplication rose with their voices and reached heaven.

Wake up, you who are asleep, to work.

And as before,

And achieve the stage of growth.

The call rose and the supplication reached the sky.

The light shone, they shouted. Joy

Before the call and justice came

The goodness of heaven

Wake up, you who are asleep, for the justice of heaven has come

Build civilization and develop

On your land all growth

This is the voice of the call to heaven

Breaking all barriers

For goodness spreads its goodness

And justice came from heaven

And its secret is the raising of the supplication