ON THE VISIT OF RAMADHAN
Oh you are back, welcome Ramadhan!
Shall skid and make friends with beggars on streets?
But how can I repay them for building the temple of my dreams?
I do not possess a loaf; take the paint smile on my lips?
Sweet word I say to a kin nearby sitting
Giggling and running with happy children playing
Gobbling ripe dates in my mouth laughing
Shall sing to You the melody of Your own voice on evening
Tomorrow when you depart
Shall long for your next coming
Under the starry skies
Beside the tidal waves
Beneath the sun rises
Again, for another blaze of thousand blessings
Shall too count
Every star in the heaven
Every sheep in the barn
Every petal in the garden
‘Til one day shall offer you the last rose standing
But if you tell your Source one day to greet me
By the unknown gate
Neither time, nor space, nor death
In silken maiden, we shall celebrate
The gifts given by the Gracious Grace
Meanwhile, merry is the heart that fears
It hears your call, your sight it sees
From above, like a sparkle of descending meteorites
How very precious you are, Oh Ramadhan!
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