Engrossed in the pleasures of the realm,
ambitiously targeting the moon at every stage of life,
struggling day in and out to liberate my soul
from the viciously charming trap of desires and goals,
which are nothing but a mirage that I fantasize a year long.
Then comes the span of Ramadan when all the rambling ends
and my paced life gets tuned into the rhythm-
Forgiveness, Harmony, Compassion, Control, and Leverage.
While all the hallucinations are miraculously shattered,
I pause to witness the beauty of my soul
that is radiant and sparkling
with the rays of mysticism and piety ever more.
The hunger gratifies my body; the thirst quenches my spirit.
Door to the malicious diversions is secure,
captivating my attention
onto the maker of this universe and beyond.
Don’t know why few call it a test!
For me, it’s a delightful experience
As the day of celebration nears,
I am scared to land in the aura of sins and folly one more time,
and my heart is filled with remorse.
However, I’ll have to wait for the planet
to revolve once again until it arrives to the next, I know.
So I choose to rejoice the grace of Almighty on this blessed day.
I still aim for the moon
but this time in concordance with all, taking the path that’s wise,
subtle and free from the vice.
That’s why you’ll often see me
cuddling the crescent of Eid all the while.