Foreheads that kiss the ground, low,
Elevated by spirit, by creed: the glow.
This month of restraint, of superior control,
By the slaves of the Almighty, those incandescent coals.
Eat not, thou, from dawn to dusk,
Be the time an aeon, or the trifling brusk.
For the Pleasure of thy Lord, fast this time,
So you'd feel his hunger, thy brother with no dime.
This deed for Him shall yield you nobility:
Care, character, God-consciousness, piety.
A pillar of your edifice; break, not, it down,
Erect it firmly; may salvation, there, be your crown.
A sinning soul, myself; now I'd conclude,
Not, may we have hallucinations of mere food.
Taqwa, instill into our hearts, O Lord!
And forgive us all sins; our Destiny Thy accord!
