Hasan zirak gawhare 2 August 2022

Hassan zirek Like the hills of Mount Beeston, the fog always shades remain amazed at my beloved that she is less inclined towards me, Let me, my love kiss this lip and this hollow jewel oh jewel, your chest is the spring of Kawthar better than Zamzam water, which pilgrims pour on, asked her for two kisses, and she almost exposed me .