(77) Not borrowed but plundered feather.
You reap the harvest of my labour in the field,
in leaps and bounds, beyond the boundary line,
The grains in clusters cover the sickle and the hand,
the storage is in full, full, yet my efforts are null,
you plundered my land by force, in my absence,
you have even stifled your conscience,
You had a tent in my land to unseat me,
to disposes me and my ward,
who else knows but only the Omnipotent God!
Reasons and rectifications ,my Lord!.
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