Aami dhur hothae tomarai dhekhechi, I have seen you from afar aar mughdhoyae chokhae chayae thekechi and gloried in you. Baajae kinkini rini jhini thomarae jae chini chini, the bells sounding allow for your recognition, monae monae kotho chobi aaekechi, and I joyfully painted pictures of you in my heart. Chilo bhaabae bhora dhuti aakhi chonchol, when my eyes brightenedwith deep thought, thumi bathashae urale bhiru onchol, you scattered this world far and wide, koyi rupaer madhuri mor shonchayae rekhechi, and thus, I have to hide you within my soul. Kosthuri mridhotho megh the perfumed filled road foretell an enlightened law, jaano kosthuri, those perfumed waves aapon ghondho dhaelae aeyi hridoyae chuuae gaele, and after fulfilling our hearts with its fragrance, you left. Shemayarae aaponarae dekechi, thus, it is in stealth that I hide from your face. Koi kopolae dhekhechi laal podhho, therefore it is with you have I found my rosy future, jaano dhol maelae phutae jayae shothho, because in droves the truth beckons all around me. Maelae aamar, in such a mix, bhromor gunjonae thomarae dhekaechi I see you as the future again ….
Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhaane liye aa. Sorrow come to fill my broken heart. Aa phir se mujhe mujhe chod ke jaane liye aa. Come to take me away with you. Ab tak dil-e-khush_feham ko tujh se hain ummeedain, heart’s happiness has seen its completion and yet you sorrow remain vigilant. Ye aakhari shammain bhi bujhaane liye aa. Please come to put to rest the final vestiges of life. Ek umr se hun lazzat-e-giryaa se bhi mehruum, I have reached an age where shame has become the cause of my life, thus, I reach for you sorrow to fill my empty heart. Aye raahat-e-jaan mujh ko rulaane liye aa. Cruelly, sorrow appear even it is to make me weep again and again. Kuchh tho meri pindaar-e-mohabbat ka bharam rakh. Show a little respect to my love for you. Thu bhi to kabhi mujh ko manaane ke liye aa, Grief come to manage me in my brokeness. Come, so that I can leave my sorrows behind. Mana ke muhabbat ka chupana hain muhabbat, chupke se kisi roz chatha ne ke liya aa, love can be renewed thus do not hide it within yourself. Secretly, someday come to speak with me. Jaise jaise jaise tum aathe hain na ane ke bahane. Just like you arrive pretending not to, aaise hai kisi roz na jane ke liye aa, similarly do not sell the path you have shown. Aa phir se mujhe mujhe chod ke jaane liye aa. Come to take me away with you. Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhaane ke liye aa. Sorrow come to fill my broken heart.
Out of love for the truth and from desire to elucidate it, the Reverend Father Martin Luther, Master of Arts and Sacred Theology, and ordinary lecturer therein at Wittenberg, intends to defend the following statements and to dispute on them in that place. Therefore he asks that those who cannot be present and dispute with him orally shall do so in their absence by letter. In the name of Christ, Amen.