At four in the racket,
There's my Eid moon.
He broke the moon,
Dams happy Eid.
Children of teenage young and old,
Shuttled said.
Andar Mahal, girls gather themselves,
Many different households.
It was the dawn of the night,
Came the day of Eid.
Eid, there was barely voluntarily,
Take the other eye.
Sabaya with soap or shampoo,
Thought goes into the river.
Everyone sat at the end of Nawa
Eat sweet sweetie.
Bay colored dress color
With the hat on his head.
Tasabiha face of God,
Is idagahete.
Rich, poor, poor Mani,
One in Qatar, to worship together.
Today in spite of the lies and violence,
If anybody.
Worship, barely back
Their ghetto.
Embracing one another,
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Various food was sent,
The neighboring house of a relative.
Sabaya the exchange,
Tiffin Box grams.
Among the happy Moder
Let forever.
Please pray Moder
Alamin great universe.
