Pen, today their jai bol

The unlimited number of small lamps, one of the 
storms in the storm, the 

day after the burning of the fire, 
never asked, not open the mouth. 

Pen, write about his glory today. 
Drink with red flames, 

spewing a hundred lightness directions, 
whose nervous, the battle cry 

is Earth yet Dole. 
Pen, write about his glory today
. 
Blind blazers hit, 
what is history is poor,
 
Sakhi is the glory of her, the 
sun, the moon, the geography, the astro 

Pen, write about his glory today.