Ramdan is a precious month for people of faith.
And every year it arrives, like the spring season.
Then it brings forth blessings In its first phase
And within days, one gains the spiritual might.
On its blessed nights, if one prays with the heart,
And soul, perpetual flight could be better.
Stop rock and roll in the holy month, and go
Divine so your 'hereafter' would be fairer.
The Ramadan fasts purify the soul from the hellish things
In this way, all the sins of last year's perish away.
Behold, in this sacred month of offerings, it's every
'A night is worth a thousand nights.'
Understand its richness at length when you leave.
The sacred drums would beat behind you with flashing lights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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