Walking with a Stick in hand, and looking around,
Chiding the evil, by sprinkling flour on the ground;
Talking to people and listening to them,
You wash their troubles, right from their roots to the stem;
Uttering "Allhaa Malik" you always speak the truth,
Oh, how ignorant are we, we still don’t follow your route;
Your abode is our heart, that’s what you said,
Still we look for you in the leaving and the dead;
Your love is pure, and so is your care,
Please forgive us, for our foolish scare;
Shardha and Saburi, are the "two paisa" you want,
We think we are rich, and ignore that "two paisa" to count;
We apologize, dear Baba, for all the mistakes we made,
Please do let us in, under your LOVING SHADE;
We see our Father, Mother, and every one in you,
We thank you dear Baba, we always LOVE YOU.