The creator that i am,

the creator and the creator I am the creator of that,Corona and that creator, Lord, give us a little compassion If you punish God we are your servants If you forgive, you are the Almighty You drove us from your mosque You have taken away all our good living ties Now there is nowhere else to shave hands and nibble Everyone is far from everyone How angry you are, Lord, to us The world is shocked when humanity is subdued How many loved ones are taken away, I do not know whether the Lord is your play on your creation Will you abolish it? Part of the Ummah of the orphan prophe Forgive the prayer of His Majesty's humble head, this Ummah Don't get us out of this rumor called Corona I repent that the Lord returns to us those days of the creator, Lord, give us a little compassion. If you punish God, we are your servant, If you forgive, you are the Almighty. You have driven away from your mosque in Mouda, You have taken away all the goodies of Modi. There is nowhere else to turn around, Everyone is far from everyone. How angry you are with the Lord, The world is shocked when humanity is subdued

How many loved ones are taken away, I do not know whether the Lord is your play on your creation, But will the orphans be a part of the Ummah? Pardon His Majesty's humble prayer to this Ummah, Don't get us out of this rumor called Corona. I repent that the Lord returns to us those days.