1. The blessed month of fasting has departed
And its star in the sky of deeds has set

2. So our mosques have been dark since it left
Empty of all the lamps of night prayer

3. O my soul, did you perform in it any deed
That may bring salvation and triumph if accepted

4. Rather, you busied yourself with burdens during it
Neither avoiding them for a time nor completing them

5. Yet it never complained of you to God, nor do I think
It conveyed the sin that transpired