With we blind lots that roamed the earth
In vainglory and all the rest
Amidst thick bushes, cut through and thorns
On the sunny desert, our skin sun-torn.
In darkness our two eyes stare
Our wailing like trumpets blare
We all scramble in complete lost
Indeed! Really we are guidance thirst.
Oh! Great one that guides the sun
And even moon in their duties turn
We are lost indeed in mighty wrong
Give us your guidance and your mercy tongue.