Some keep fast from dawn to dusk,
They always pray for a berth in Jannah,
To get round-eyed houries to play with,
They have sumptuous dishes at Iftār.
Some keep it from dawn to dusk,
But, they have a dry bread to at Iftar,
They do notpray for any reward,
They are contented with their Razāq,
Some keep fast from dawn to dusk,
They keep fastto wake and pray,
Instead of chanting long hymns,
They go in silence and listen,
The tolling Bells in the heaven,
God delights them with a good news:
I am with you wherever you are.
So instead of getting to Heaven,
They walk with God all along.
Mykoul
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