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July 14, 2015

Pearls

Filed under: Poetry,Religion and society — by Zuhair @ 10:11 pm
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A wonderful crescent adorns the sky,

pearly white and shy;

the stars watch silently

as the month of fasting approaches thee.

Wonderful nights spent in prayer,

rice and dates to share.

Meals before the crack of dawn,

and suddenly the night is gone.

Remember the poor man’s fate,

ponder about his malnourished state.

Thankfulness is all we may possess

for we realize we are truly blessed.

Turn to The Great One,

Who gave you plenty to feed your daughter and son;

thank him well, thank him true

when you feel the poor man is you.

With hungry stomachs, hours pass,

and patience accompanying our fast

we hope is rewarded by The Merciful One,

Who created the moon and the sun.

Sinfulness still prevails,

preying upon man as he fails;

late night festivities,

time spent in fun and feast.

The shy crescent gone at present,

a bold and full moon in its place.

Guard thyself patiently,

seeking The Creator’s mercy.

A wonderful crescent adorns the sky,

pearly white and shy;

the last of the blessed nights come and go

and soon the days of fasting are no more.

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