In the year $USDC , during the month of Poonam, when you come to meet

We have decided, we will spend the night like this

We will spread our heartbeats at your playful feet

With our gazes, we will perform your worship

You, who are a killer today, yet still the comfort of the heart

You are a river of poison, yet still precious

Those with weak spirits, what will they offer you

Life, come here, we will spend it with you

The iron heart needs a wound

It is the blood that drips from the fingers that is needed

You, gentleman, adorn the curls of the beloved

What will you adorn the curls of life with??

We are time, moments, swift-moving hours

Restless moments, tireless centuries

Whether someone comes with us or not

Whoever we meet on the way, we will call them

(Zafar Gorakhpuri)