One evening after sunset I heard a knock on my door; Who can it be, I was not quite sure.
I open the door and am filled with glee; The visitor ahead is no stranger to me.
I welcome the guest with utmost delight; For I know it has come to give me respite.
An air of happiness fills the space;
My home now seems, a better place!
Have you any clue who this visitor could be?
Yes! Its Ramadhaan, the month of mercy.
The pious and righteous cannot await its arrival; Others seem to greet it, with waves of denial.
For Almighty we fast from dawn to dusk;
For Him our breath is the fragrance of musk.
The Muslims who pray and fast with zest; Are aware of the rewards of this month manifest.
Throughout this month we weep and repent; Now is the time to strongly lament.
And those who shun this sacred month;
on the Day of Reckoning will face the brunt.
In the last ten nights, hides the Night of Decree; Almighty then awaits for his slaves to plea.
The angels descend with Gabriel/ Jibreel (AS) in the lead; To check on the steadfast and record every deed.
A feeling of grief now fills my heart;
As the month of Ramadhaan will soon depart.
So let us make a start and worship Him alone; Now that the worth of this month is known.